Fake It Till You Make It (open)

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Ko stood in one of the many used clothes stores dotting the district, sorting through a box of shirts sitting on a table, ignoring the only guy working there, who'd been making passes at her for the past half-hour. Her ears were forward, her mind focused on this task. Since she'd really figured out her shoe obsession, she'd only used her employee discount at her job for buying shoes, heading back to this type of consignment shop for most of her clothing needs. She couldn't wait till that future day when she wouldn't have to choose between clothes and shoes, but till then, shoes were much more important. Clothes, you could fake it till you made it. Shoes? Not really.

A particular blouse caught her eye and she tugged it free, ears not even flickering as she heard the latest catcall from the idiot. She needed to find out the hours of the girl who normally worked, so she could avoid this ass trying to distract her. The clothes here were too nice most of the time for there to be such an idiot employed. Maybe she should track down the manager...? No. That would be... Well, it just, she didn't really care that much. Peering at the shirt, she decided it was worth it. It was a lovely hot pink fitted top, with flowy, sheer sleeves. It was really pretty, and she thought it would probably look best with simple jeans or a plain skirt of some sort. A good shirt, definitely.

Her ears did flicker as she caught the sound of the door opening, and she glanced over her shoulder, and straight into her ponytail, which she'd had over her shoulder. Carefully, she flicked it off so she could see more than just brown, and after a curious glance at the other person, went back to hunting through the shirts. Maybe now the jerk would stop harassing her...

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Notes;
Ko thread, go!
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[Kazuki Arai]

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[style=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style][style=padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;] It was hard working two jobs and going to school. He barely had enough time to get everything done on time and find time to practice his cello. It was becoming stressful to a point where he was so tired that he couldn't sleep, if that made any sense at all. He'd just gotten off his second job when he passed by a used clothing store. The previous day had been pay day for both of them...he was sort of itching to spend some of it.

The door ringed open from the bell hanging above it and he glanced around easily for a moment before he began moving around, the sound of the heel of his platform shoes clicking against the floor while he tilted a bright pink fedora back to better glance at clothing. The hat color didn't seem to match what he wore, but then again, black did go with everything. Black pants, a light grey button up shirt with one of the top buttons undone, and a black blazer over it. The pink stood out. It really did. Even the pink nails stood out. It wouldn't have been his first choice of clothing, but it looked nice enough to wear to his first job that he'd just gotten off of. Worked during the day, and then he his classes were most evenings. It was a wonder where his time to sleep came from. Coffee was a wonderful thing.

There were only two other people in the store, a female, and a male staring at said female and he sighed in the distaste of it. It was terrible...especially since he was either a customer or an employee. It was terrible customer service if he was an employee...As he rifled through various racks of clothing he thought that he really shouldn't have been looking at or buying in the first place. He really didn't have the extra money to buy more clothes, especially after the new pair of shoes he'd bought the previous day. And the nail polish. Oh well. New clothes never hurt anyone. Except his wallet..[/style]
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notes: Notes~!
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Ko was relieved that the harassment seemed to have stopped with the entry of the other guy and his platform heels and bright pink fedora. She kind of wanted to take the hat and run, since it was so pink and amazing, but it wouldn't make sense, because she didn't wear hats. (Well, other than that one floppy sun hat lurking on her kitchenette counter still...) She could still feel the jerk's eyes on her, but at least the creepy comments were gone. For the moment.

She didn't pay attention to what the fedora'd guy was doing, intent on the box of blouses she was still rifling through. No other shirts were salvageable enough to make it into her stack, though, so she bunched her picks underneath one arm to carry it back to the section in the back where the sale clothes were kept. Years of shopping at these types of places had familiarized her with the fact that, yes, consignment shops had sale racks. Except, most of them, like this one, kept the sales area a mess so people would avoid it, just like full-price stores did. They still tried to make money, after all. Carefully, box balanced on her hip, she walked back through the store, her own platforms clicking. She checked her watch after setting the box down, making sure she still had plenty of time before work, which she did. So she could keep going for a while longer, since she didn't need to change for her job. She absently brushed a hand on her flower-patterned skirt before picking up another box to take back to that front sorting table.

Early on in the first box, she found an inexplicably turquoise fedora, and stopped dead holding it, before casting a glance around for the hot pink fedora dude, hat in her hand. He'd probably like it... Of course, this change in her position, unfortunately, was giving the jerk behind the counter a pleasant look at her front instead of just her legs, but she kept on ignoring him (even though what she really wanted to do was snarl at him, but it wouldn't be worth it...) She glanced back into the box, which other than the enormous ugly sweater and a bag of yellowing lace, didn't seem to have anything good beyond the fedora, which clearly needed rescuing. And Fedora Guy didn't seem like he'd be creepy to deal with. Honestly, though she'd only glanced at him for a second, he seemed...oddly familiar. Like she should know him. Which perplexed her, but oh well.

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Notes; |D
Tags; Kazu
Word count; 429

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[Kazuki Arai]

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[style=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style][style=padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;] Once Kazuki had entered the small store, he noticed that the comments he'd heard upon walking in had ceased, probably because there was a witness to his harassment upon one of his customers. A puff of air left his lungs as he shook his head in annoyance at the only-staring now idiot. He'd had his fair share of harassment, so seeing another person...it wasn't pleasant.

There wasn't anything he could do about it right now, though, even if he wanted to. So instead, for the time being, he sort of ignored it, but felt sorry for that poor woman. Did he know her? He couldn't remember if he'd seen her before...maybe they went to the same university for their classes and they passed each other. Lots of people went to that university for their classes...so it wouldn't be surprising. He moved easily through the racks of clothing, pulling out a pink button up shirt from a clearance rack in his size that was in pristine condition.

Something bright and blue caught his gaze as the female pulled a turquoise hat out. Oooh. It was pretty. It matched his pink one perfectly. The other guy was staring again, but more...annoyingly. He moved to stand in front of her, blocking the view. He made a better door than a window, after all. His gaze wasn't on her, mostly just the hat. "May I have that?" He asked, tilting his own fedora backwards so he could see..[/style]
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notes: Kazu wants that hat.
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Ko had been harassed more times than she could count, starting at a fairly young age. It was a hazard of living in a crappy apartment complex with crappy people, and though her show-off tendencies had cast off most of the lessons children learned in that type of environment, she had learned the lesson of keeping your head down and trying not to hear sexual harassment. Catty comments back and forth with other girls were one thing. This, it was a whole different monster.

As she glanced around for him, she tried to remember where she might have seen him. She didn't forget faces, ever, so she had to have seen him somewhere. Maybe university...? A lot of people went there, after all. But she didn't know his face, it was just a feeling, and that was confusing. But then there was that weird glowy string thing she'd been seeing for like, a year now, and now that she glanced along it, it seemed to lead to him...? (Unless there was also a random cannibal in the shop lurking to eat people...but Mr. Fedora seemed a more likely other-end-of-the-string than a cannibal). Odd.

Before she could really pursue that train of thought, he'd blocked the view of the creepy shopboy, and was staring intently at the fedora, asking if he could have it. She hadn't expected him to, like, zoom over to her upon seeing it. She was, honestly, a bit startled. "Sure," she said, and turned the rest of the way to face him, lifting it in his direction. Standing half turned around was awkward, anyhow. Also, he was tall with those heels added in. And she'd thought the six-inch platforms she was wearing were extreme. Well, he was also probably naturally tall instead of balancing on the midget scale like she did... Ko searched her brain for something to say, because she kind of didn't want him to move, and hell, she was kind of curious. So sue her for being curious about a boy in heels. "Your shoes are awesome," she said, after a moment. They were, they really were.

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Notes; Milla's response was "Kazu really wants dat ass" so uh... XD
Tags; Kazu, open
Word count; 353

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[Kazuki Arai]

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He seemed to relish the compliment towards his shoes, but he was a shoe kind of person. If another guy asked if he liked the boobs or the butts of a woman? He'd say neither and instead would say their shoes and legs. Shoes were the center of his universe. Legs were...he liked legs because without legs, you couldn't wear shoes. "Thank you. Your shoes are pretty awesome too." No matter what he was doing though...he couldn't shake the bloody feeling that he knew her. She must go to the same university as him or something...but then again...he didn't feel like he just knew her that way.

He finally brought up the courage to suddenly ask, his head tilting to the side slightly. "Do I know you?" He went on to explain his asking because well...it was an odd question. "I think I've seen you before, but I don't know. I just have this feeling like I know you, but I know I've never met you, I remember people's names. Oh...Kazuki by the way. I think we go to the same university, but I don't think that's how I knew you because I don't think we're in the same classes."

tags; Ko, open
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word count; 299
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Ko did not have any interest in romance or sex or boys or girls. Repeat; Ko was not interested in people. At all. So she was not going to be admitting that Mr. Fedora was cute when he was happy. Even though it was a purely aesthetic observation. For some absurd reason, even though this was surely a one-time meeting, she wanted to see him happy a lot more often. The instant she even thought that she quickly began berating herself. Just cuz he seemed familiar and nice didn't make him anything resembling safe or okay or someone she should even be thinking that about. Therefore, she cast that thought from her mind, banishing it to the realm of "things to deny thinking, even beyond the grave". (She also didn't not think about whether or not there were any other fedoras in the store). So maybe she just liked to see people smiling? She smiled at him and his thanks anyhow, with a quiet, "You're welcome." No harm in politeness.

He complimented her shoes back, and she relished it as much as he had relished her compliment. She loved shoes. She could easily devote her entire life to shoes. They were just so incredibly perfect when heeled. Really, the only sort of shoe that was No Good for anyone was kitten heels. And crocs and flip flops outside of dorm room showers, which she, thankfully, was not subjected to. "Thanks," she said. Should she mention how familiar he seemed? Or that glowy string-y thingy that looped between them, and which her eyes kept straying to?

He took care of that worry for her, launching into a question/introduction. "I...don't think so?" she said, biting her lip. "Though, I think I know you too even though I know I don't know you... I don't forget faces or names. I suppose we might, since I only really see the insides of the science buildings..." She kept her voice lower than his, keeping her half of the conversation out of the shopboy's hearing. He didn't have the sensitive cat ears, which was really what made it possible for her to manage that. "I'm Ko." She'd sound crazy if she mentioned that string, wouldn't she? Not that she looked any less crazy by staring at it... She just had her crazy lady on today, didn't she? Continuing to see imaginary strings, thinking she knew someone she didn't... Next thing she'd be professing her undying love or something equally ludicrous like that.

But...maybe she could touch it? She wasn't sure, but, maybe... Casually reaching down to adjust her various bracelets, she reached out a finger to pluck at the string. If you had to be crazy, it should be done wholeheartedly, right?

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Notes; ooo. It's pretty! this is late
Tags; Kazu, open
Word count; 457

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[Kazuki Arai]

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"I'm rarely in there...so I don't think its through there," Kazuki commented lightly, tilting his head to the side slightly. It was just getting more and more curious as to how he knew Ko. That odd connective string lead to her, but he wasn't going to be the first to say something because she might think him crazy. He already had psychologists think that in the past... "Unless economics, sociology, psychology and the other classes I need for my social work degree are in the science building..." How did he not know if his classes were in that building? Well. He was sure they weren't...not that they couldn't be considered a science, but they seemed more...ah. Who knew. Maybe they were in the same building...

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"Kazu." Kazuki answered brightly. "Kazuki if you want to be more correct on what my name is...Kazuki Arai." His gaze followed her finger, eyes widened in an adorable manner as she plucked at the string. "I. Uh. Do you see that too...or am I crazy and now you think I'm crazy like psychiatrists and psychologists do?" he asked, blinking. [/style][/center][/td][/tr]
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Ko's entire experience of sex and sexuality was comprised of whispered stories about wanted and unwanted hookups overheard in the girls' bathroom, unwanted propositions, and her mother pushing her to "grow up".

He didn't think any of his classes were in the science buildings, but he named one, at least, that was. "Psychology is in one of the science buildings, I know. I took a semester of it for some qualification that was general ed or something. Mostly I have to take chemistry and physics stuff." Translation: Mostly she took classes that taught her how to blow stuff up or kill people. Or at least that's what she'd told this one creepy dude at her bus stop when his advances got too obnoxious. She'd said it with a really sweet smile and a pointed look downwards, and he'd scarpered onto the next bus and never spoken to her again. Actually. Maybe she should try that method on more people, like Mr. "I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt" behind the counter...who had actually pulled off his shirt. Men were so weird.

Full names... She made her voice slightly lower in paranoia that the creep behind the counter would hear. Hamamoto was hardly a common last name. "Ko Hamamoto, in full, for me." Her eyes widened that he saw it, and then she let out a squeak of mixed excitement and surprise and happiness, covered her mouth, and turned bright, bright, red. It was honestly rather adorable. She lowered her hand from her mouth, after a second. "Um. Yes, so. You're not crazy unless I'm crazy which I probably am but then we're crazy together? I um." Then she smacked her forehead. Now she was seriously sounding crazy... "I don't think you're crazy, though! Um. How long have you been seeing it...? I-I've been seeing it for, um, something over a year..."

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Notes; god I love Kazu
Tags; Kazu, open
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[Kazuki Arai]

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"Oh...well...maybe I have seen you then..." Kazuki stated with an embarrassed blush crossing his cheeks. That was really embarrassing, that he didn't know the exact location of one of his classes. "Wow...that's kind of sad...that I don't even know where my own classes are, classes I go to all the time..." Well, he knew where they were in his head...but on paper? Maybe not.

Kazuki's gaze flickered towards the man behind the counter...the one who had just taken his shirt off. Kazuki's eyes rolled as he spoke to him. "Could you like, you know...put your shirt back on? Before I report you for sexual harassment. And you know the rule, don't you? Customers always right." He stated cheerfully, the cheerfulness not reaching his eyes.

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Only a year? Kazuki's had been around for just a little bit longer, namely since he was thirteen after a particularly violent collision with his father. His father thought it was a tattoo when the name appeared, but it was a good thing the thread was invisible to him. "Eh...since I was about thirteen, so a good five years or so...I kind of stopped paying attention to it after the first two...since I never figured out where it went...at least until now." He stated quietly, his head tilting to the side slightly. "It's interesting though...I have no clue what it, or the name actually means." He finally finished with a smile. "Hopefully now we can figure it out?"
tags; Ko, open
notes; I dunno. Dying muse.
word count; 321
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Ko almost giggled at his blushing. She had absolutely memorized her campus by the names of things, because well, she liked to be exact with stuff, you know? And it kind of felt awesome to be able to state the exact place something was. "Most people don't," she told him. "They just know like, the general whereabouts and what it looks like." She wanted to hug him right now and nope nope pushing that thought to the back of her brain right this instant hadn't even thought it. "But um. Maybe?" She took a moment to think if she'd been in that building that semester. Well... She had one class in there, but it was on a different floor... "I have one class in there this semester, but it's a floor up from psychology."

...he was...a lot bolder than she was. Not that most people weren't. She had her moments, and it wasn't like she didn't basically seek attention a lot, but she couldn't always find it in her to tell people where to shove it when she needed to. It worked most of the time, but sometimes it was just...terrifying to tell people off. She watched the guy's eyes widen at Mister Fedo- um, at Arai-san's "request" and hurriedly pull his shirt back on. She...probably should've told him off while he was harassing her but...hadn't. Which was kind of embarrassing...

He'd been seeing it a long time, and the urge to hug him was back and damn was she ever going to deny the hell out of the fact that she even had that urge. (Had she ever actually hugged someone? she suddenly wondered. She must have hugged her mother some when she was little... Maybe...) Ko's hand went to tug at one of her little sidelocks, and then, at his last sentence, she blushed. "Hopefully! It's...really... You think it's a name?" Her head tilted to the side. A name... She'd just thought it was a really random word and had been wondering if she could cover it with a tattoo... But a name... "If it's a name, I guess it's supposed to...describe us..." The blush faded away as her gaze went slightly vacant, pondering that. Then, a correllary to it popped into her head. "Oh! Do you sometimes hear random ringing sounds too around different people?" She'd personally always thought it must mean she had some obscure disease, but... If the string was real, maybe it wasn't.

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Notes; aww
Tags; Kazu, open
Word count; 409

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