Three Kinds Of Fashionistas [Meiko, Niso]

Welp this was one hell of a day from the start. Just go to the drug deal she said, it’ll be fine she said. Well Luzia didn’t account for the fact every drug dealer in the city knew he was a murdering psychopath who didn’t like to do deals with them and preferred to steal the drugs off their corpses, so of course they had a lot of extra protection and were very on edge. For once, he actually had the money and the orders from Luzia to buy the product legitimately, but did these goons wanna hear any of it? Noooooo. They wanted to be idiots and try and kill the guy who, from all records, COULDN’T BE KILLED. Ugh. What fucking idiots. Still, he supposed in part he had himself to blame. His life style came with it’s consequences, but so long as he didn’t die, he was more than happy to keep living it.

Still, while the black of his jacket hid the blood stains well, and he’d managed to quickly wash his face and hands using a run off drain from someone’d morning shower, Niso had a long way to go before he’d make it back to Kyoko’s apartments, and thus a long way to sneak through alleyways and keep an eye out for cops. It would have been a fine trip if his jacket hadn’t received several rips, so the white, blood stained undershirt was shining through, only in brief flashes but enough for someone to worry if they noticed all the tears and rips he’d suffered otherwise.

Glancing to a clothes store as he passed, Niso briefly pulled back a few steps to look in through the window. Normally fashion was just not something he cared about. He’d lived off hand me downs from other kids at the orphanage, and even when he was homeless he just wore whatever had the practical effect of keeping him warm, it was all he needed to care about during such a time. Right now though he had money, and thus options in what he chose, and even then he tended to go to thrift stores or school uniform stores because he liked those weird high collar black blazer things lower classmen tended to wear. As weirdly picky as he could be in shopping at thrift stores, right now he didn’t see much reason not to go in and grab a quick replacement for his current Jacket.

Slipping through the aisles, he gave his usual oblivious smile to those around him but with just a hint of caution as he treated every face as a potential danger. Anyone could just dial 911 or whatever the Japanese equivalent was and Yellow jacket could be here in minutes stinging him to death, or whatever the hell she did to criminals caught in her grasp. Still, it didn’t take him long to find something he liked, a light blue hoodie, easily ruined by blood but by now the blood was dry and his personal wounds had healed, so he decided to go for something he liked over sheer practicality.

Glancing about, making sure no one was looking, he’d quickly slip off his jacket and hook the blue hoodie over his head, keeping the blood stained shirt on underneath and smiling as he seemed to have gone by unnoticed. He took the wallet from his jacket pocket before casually kicking it under one of the display racks and leaving it behind, a person calling out to him as he passed, noticing the tag was still on the hoodie he had on.

“You gonna pay for that lad?”

He just smiled back warmly and wiggled his wallet in view, genuinely heading to pay for it since he didn’t need to risk getting caught when the alarms went off, or an ink packet exploding on him or something. He’d almost reached the counter in fact when another voice caught his attention, whirling about to address someone who seemed to think he worked here or something.

“Jackets? Er…” He was sure he’d passed those when looking for his hoodie, briefly bouncing up onto his tip toes and trying to spot them, but he wasn’t the tallest person. “I think they were…over here?” He pointed behind him with his thumb and smiled wide. “Need me to show ya?~”

He then noted the jacket he was wearing, and despite the damage he easily commented. “Cool jacket by the way.~”

See, now this kid knows fashion when he sees it. Even with a slight tear, one can tell just how great this jacket is. The offset of the mainly white coat with the black sections skillfully plastered/sewn/whatever onto the surface of it, with a nice texture on the inside so that you can feel warm but not too warm, and the ease as to which you can remove and put on without those weird brooches on the sleeves that people claim are there to adjust it but in actuality just makes it a hassle to attach and detach every time. These are what make this a great jacket, and he's really sad to see it go. Honestly, he's tempted to just look for some tailor and see if it's salvageable. For now though, a new coat shall do for him.

"Oh, thanks." This kid seems familiar, but it's probably nothing to worry about. "You got yourself a good eye for that jacket as well. Probably would get it if it weren't a hoodie, or if it at least had a zipper." Those kind of hoodies weren't his cup of tea, if he were to be honest. It's mainly due to not being able to quickly remove it and the texture of it. He prefers zippers so that he can casually wear it during training and be able to quickly take it off when required. With zip up jackets and hoodies, that's as simple as unzipping and taking it off. Now normal hoodies, some would say, is much more easier to take off, but those people are dumbasses. Plus, they're too stuffy. He can't stand that kind of material on a coat, not even in winter.

Plus...he had a hoodie on during one job and he overheated far more quickly than usual. That's...that's probably another reason why he doesn't want one. No need to die due to a clothing blunder. If he were to die it would rather be preferably fighting, not suffocating due to a hoodie. Kent wouldn't let him hear the end of it if that happened.

"Yeah sure, might as well. Been searching in that place and couldn't find it." He laments. "Eh, must have missed it. One of those things, ya know. Whenever you look for something and it was right there in front of you, but you can't see it? Hate it when that happens." He looks at Niso. "So, where is it?"

The two didn't seem to notice in the distance the young woman, looking as if she was in pain just from the mere sight of them.

Judging by these two filler characters, Meiko must've wandered into the male department. Maybe she can salvage some clo- naaah. There isnt anything sexy here. But those two guys. Especially the kid there. She felt as if she saw him. NO NO!! As if she met him.

And thats when the kid yelled what does she want. She didnt expect that, and the voice...ugh... but still it was somewhat different. This was either a different person or someone hit puberty. As Meiko opened her mouth to reply in the same manner as him. A store assistant came to that brat and told him to mind the volume. Huh, guess she should do it to.

Thus Meiko decided she should just walk over to the duo to confront them. More specifically the kid. She then crossed her hands and asked "Have me met?"
This had to be him, that brat who attacked her and denied her of her kill. But still, he felt different. Either that brat grew up or this was a look alike. She didnt pay much attention to the older man as he was not her type, nor did she have any business with him. But the kid tho...