Somewhere in Paris, Wednesday Afternoon

[dojima_hime]

It was cold.  There was snow.  In July.

Rikku and Dōjima greatly disapproved of this situation, even with cute penguins. 

Which was probably why they had grabbed a portal and gone back to Paris, with the intention of seeing exactly how much damage they could inflict on the shopping districts with some quality Girl Time. 

Pity the poor shopgirls.

"Ano, Rikku," Dōjima said, grinning as she flipped through the rack, "What do you think, black or pink?"

[OOC:  Rikku modded with permissions, and post locked to the other members of the posse.  Up early for SP Justice!  NFB due to distance, some (most) links may be NWS.  It's the girls shopping.  RUN IN FEAR.]

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Re: OCD the 2nd

[raspberryturk]

Reno was just going to wave the credit card around some more and gesture wildly at the piles of lingerie the girls left behind.

Maybe she'd understand his obnoxious yet not-at-all-American English then?

"Come on. I just wanna buy all that! Do I gotta play charades? We don't even got French on Gaia."

This was bound to become epic if there wasn't some sort of intervention soon.

Re: OCD the 2nd

[(Anonymous)]

The salesclerk was examining her manicure to show how bored she was by all of this. Of course the Americans would claim not to have French in whatever godforsaken corner of their continent Gaia was.

Romeo, meanwhile, had been hanging back in hopes Reno would handle it, especially as he didn't know the French for credit card either, those not being known in 1898.

Finally, he snapped to attention. //Excuse me, miss,// he began, //My friend wishes to pay for these lovely goods. Would you do us the favor of ringing us up?//

He just had to hope that would work.

Re: OCD the 2nd

[withoutverona]

The salesclerk was examining her manicure to show how bored she was by all of this. Of course the Americans would claim not to have French in whatever godforsaken corner of their continent Gaia was.

Romeo, meanwhile, had been hanging back in hopes Reno would handle it, especially as he didn't know the French for credit card either, those not being known in 1898.

Finally, he snapped to attention. //Excuse me, miss,// he began, //My friend wishes to pay for these lovely goods. Would you do us the favor of ringing us up?//

He just had to hope that would work.