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[evite]

[ she had been there. earlier in the evening, for his first few matches, daisy had come by to bet on a few rounds and make a little extra cash before the tournaments started up in earnest — but she'd ducked out early to run a few boring errands.

she's not entirely sure how "a few errands" got sidetracked into trying on clothes in a boutique a few blocks from the match, but here she is. ]

still out, actually.
everything okay?

[ deadeye stares into the mirror at this horrible dress she picked off the rack. this is why she doesn't shop alone. where is markus when she needs him!!! ]

[kgbs]

Fine. Just delayed.

[ by idiots. one such idiot is yelling at him right now, demanding he be arrested or what passes for an arrest in this city. this is such a waste of time. ]

Just waiting to be finished.

[ with figuring out if he was going to be arrested or let off with a warning. he is not apologizing, though. ]

[evite]

[ he's usually fairly efficient. delays are strange, but his message alone doesn't give her too much reason to be concerned. even still, she verifies. just to be on the safe side. ]

is there a line for the showers tonight?

[ why else would he be waiting?

there's a brief pause as her attentions shift to zipping up an alternative dress. this one, she sends a picture of. it's very much a myspace-era 'photo in a mirror', but it works. ]

do you hate this?

[kgbs]

That is not the reason for the delay. I've already showered.

[ can you hear the sigh in his voice? if not, just know it's there. this is getting to the point of ridiculousness. he gives his hand a shake and watches the owners of the fighting rings finally start to disperse everyone.

except him, of course. come on. ]

I don't hate that, no. I think it would look very flattering on you. It's a good color. You will look lovely.

[evite]

what's going on?

[ maybe there's a fire. maybe he's arguing over betting percentages with the bookie. he doesn't usually squabble over that, but who knows. ]

i hate it.
honestly, i hate all of them.
i've been here an hour and i haven't found one thing i actually like enough to pay this much for.

[kgbs]

Nothing important.

[ ...in his opinion, at least. it'll be over with soon. he'll answer a few questions and promise not to do it again and be on his way. ]

If you hate them, don't buy them. There is nothing wrong with the clothes you usually wear. I like those too.

[evite]

if it's not important, why don't you leave?

[ he's the most stubborn person she knows (after herself). she can't imagine whatever's going on is so fascinating he can't just... walk out the door. ]

i've been here so long, i should be able to find something.
i don't understand how people justify spending this much on clothing they're only going to wear a couple of times.

[kgbs]

Because I can't.

[ helpful. ]

Because to some people, money is no object. If it's too difficult for you, don't buy anything. Don't over analyze this, Daisy. They're just clothes.

[evite]

[ "don't over analyze this", he says. like she's doing it on purpose. she makes a face into the mirror, but doesn't say anything about it. ]

why not?

[kgbs]

Why shouldn't you over analyze it?

[ that's what the question is for, isn't it? he's sure it is. ]

Because it is not worth it. They are just clothes and you are more than what you wear.

[evite]

why can't you leave?

[ she hates this store. it's too pretentious. the prices are so high and she doesn't know what to pull off the rack for herself. ]

[kgbs]

I'm sorting out a misunderstanding.

[ excellent phrasing. he's proud of that. good job, illya. he sounds like a real helper. ]

[evite]

[ wow?? that sounds so fake??? ]

are you getting in a fight?

[kgbs]

[ your faith in him was astounding! ]

No.

[ pause. ]

Because that already happened.

[evite]

[ hmmm. ]

let me guess: the other guy looks worse?

[kgbs]

[ you let him live. ]

I didn't exactly look at him. I was too busy.

[ turning his face into a lump of mush. ]

It's fine. I will be home shortly.

[evite]

too busy punching him in the face?

[ yeah, she thought so. ]

how's that self-control working out for you without training?

[kgbs]

He said the wrong thing.

[ unfortunately for him. ]

I can control myself just fine.

[evite]

if that were true, you'd be in this dressing room with me right now.

[ because you wouldn't still be where you are now, probably getting yelled at for fighting outside of the ring. you know, if she had to guess. ]

[kgbs]

It is one incident. It is over and done with. I can meet you there now if you would like.

[ brushes this whole thing under the rug, thank you. ]

[evite]

i don't know if you could control yourself.

[ she's teasing. ]

you had a hard time keeping your hands to yourself the last time we tested your self-control.

[ he did??? okay, daisy. ]

[kgbs]

So did you.

[ there were two people involved in that whole thing if you remember correctly. ]

You were the one that chose the alleyway.

[evite]

[ she's innocent. ]

you weren't offering any alternatives.

[kgbs]

[ don't make him laugh. ]

I didn't see the need to. It worked out quite well in the end for the both of us.

[ and thus, this whole thing wasn't even a concern. ]

Do you want me to meet you or should I go back to my apartment?

[ everything was fiiiiiine. ]

[evite]

that depends.
are you going to admit that you could use some actual training, or are you going to act like nothing happened?