Spellheart

Momoko flinches as the huge sound hits her, her face morphing into a grimace. "We can go somewhere else, if you want?" She offers, wishing that she could see into the dining rooms to see how busy it really was. "Or we can check." She says, pointing to the hostess.
 
Marcy looks rather sheepish and out of her element, "I don't know. I wanted to see the new illusionspace device, but I can barely hear myself think. I didn't think it would be so loud. Maybe we can come back when it gets less busy?"
 
Momoko nods. "Yeah, I get what you're saying. Sounds alright. I'll just text Hinata real quick." Thankfully, Hinata's always late. She sends a quick message to tell her. "What do we do until then?"
 
Marcy seems to be somewhat at a loss, "Could we go somewhere you like? I don't really go out all that much, so..."
 
Momoko considers the options. There are bookshops, but the only reason she goes there is because Yuuki likes them. There are coffee shops, but coffee was an appetite suppressant, she'd once heard. "How about we go clothes shopping? We don't have to buy anything, we could just look around a little."
 
Marcy looks a little confused at first, but seemingly quickly understands Momoko's plan. "Shopping sounds like it could be fun. I actually haven't been in a while." Pondering the matter, "Ever since Amiko got busy, she stopped having time for that sort of thing, and I didn't have a reason to go without her." Marcy looks out towards the direction of several clothing stores, "Maybe we could look for swimsuits at some point..."
 
Momoko nods slowly. "Swimsuits could be nice! There's a really nice summer clothing store just down the road," she offers, stepping out of the restaurant and pointing down the street.
 
With a large flood of people leaving from lunch, the entire area around them was positively buzzing with people. Spellheart's streets are pretty wide, but also notoriously hard to navigate around the more popular areas. Marcy takes hold of Momoko's hand casually, much like it was something she has done before. The practice wasn't exactly normal for grown adults, but it didn't attract any attention due to Marcy's young appearance.
 
Momoko jumps at the sudden touch, blinking a few times. Deciding not to complain or mention it, she takes the lead, walking down the road to the store she was talking about.

The store isn't especially eye-catching, looking just like any other store. There are a few mannequins in the window, wearing sundresses, bikinis and one piece swimsuits. "This is wear I buy all my really nice stuff," Momoko promises, pushing the door open and stepping inside. The interior of the shop is pleasant, with wooden furniture. The AC's maybe turned up a little too high. The shop isn't incredibly busy, though there are a few people. "Swimsuits are up the back!" She says, weaving around racks of clothing to the bikinis and one pieces up the back. "What kind of stuff do you like?" She asks Marcy.
 
As Momoko looks back, she might be surprised to find the white-haired Marcy behind her. She seems irritable as ever, but at least seems subdued enough to avoid an outright fight. She doesn't look excited like the younger Marcy, but she does seem to intend to try things on. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to feel like responding to Momoko right now, instead just going through the selection. Her tastes seem on the modest side. She gravitates towards the primarily white swimsuits with color accents. Eventually coming across a blue and white two piece swimsuit, she seems satisfied with her selection. Going into the changing room, she starts putting the swimsuit on but seems to take longer than one would expect to come back out.
 
Momoko jumps a little at the sudden change. She sighs inwardly, but tries not to assume how the situation will pan out. She watches Marcy browse the swimsuits and turns her attention to the swimsuits that catch her taste. Momoko only goes for one of two options: practical and sensible or hilariously useless but overall, very good looking. She picks out one of the latter, a skimpy orange strapless bikini. She stands outside the changing room, waiting for Marcy to come out. After a few minutes, she gets a little worried. "Hey, Marcy?" She calls. "You alright?"
 
Momoko tilts her head a little. "I'm sure it's alright. You should see what I've picked out, if you think that's bad!" She snickers.
 
Marcy lets out on of her stable sighs, coming out of the dressing room in her swimsuit. To her credit, the swimsuit did flatter her. The white complemented her hair, while the accents of blue made her purple eyes appear quite luminous even in the pedestrian lighting of the store. Plus, it showed off her thin, feminine figure that usually got lost under her prickly personality. Although Marcy had nothing to be worried about, as the swimsuit more than covered her and seemed quite practical as a swimsuit, she still couldn't manage to make eye contact as her hands hugged her stomach as if to protect her decency. "I've been worried it might be too much, you know..."
 
Momoko smiles at Marcy. "Nonsense, you look fine!" She says, waving her hand in the air dismissively. "I've seen a lot worse, trust me," she promises with a snicker. She holds up the bikini she's holding. "I mean, look at this!" She whispers.
 
Marcy looks at the swimsuit briefly, and simply declares, "At that point, does it still qualify as clothing?" Walking past Momoko, she starts eyes some of the swimshirts, nearly instantly looking over them. However, a thought distracts her, "Hey, Momoko, when was your friend going to get here?"
 
Momoko snickers and shrugs. "I don't know, but I'm gonna try it on anyway!" She declares, slipping into the dressing room herself. "Well, she was just getting ready when I texted her the first time, and she was just about to head out when we decided we had to wait. Don't worry, I told her we'd text her when we decided to go and eat." She says. After a moment of quiet, she squeals and giggles. "Oh my god Marcy, look at this!" She says between snickers, pulling back the curtain a little to show the bikini off. Maybe it's the colour, maybe it's the design, or maybe it's just Momoko, but it doesn't suit her. "What even?"
 
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While Momoko was in the changing room talking about her tardy friend, Marcy seems slightly surprised to hear that she had no plans to join up with them for shopping. Speaking nonchalantly, "Guess it'll just be a date then..." Marcy looks at Momoko as she exits, currently holding onto a black swimshirt with rainbow lettering, "Surf and Sunshine". The look is so patently ridiculous Marcy turns away like she just witnessed a stabbing and intended to have nothing to do with it. "Momoko, do you just enjoy dressing up in the most obscene item in the shop?"
 
Momoko laughs a little. "Not usually, but I really thought this would look okay!" She claims, retreating back into the room and changing into her normal clothes. She comes back out and immediately puts the bikini back on the rack. "Honestly, I've not got the best taste." She admits, shuffling the items on the rack around. She picks up another bikini, this one more modest, and pattered with red and white polka-dots. "Opinions?" She turns around, holding the swimsuit up to herself.
 
Marcy rolls her eyes at Momoko's selection, "You can't seriously be this fashion backward, can you? Here, let me fix you up." Swiping Momoko's choice from her hands and racking it, Marcy's eyes scan the room like she was in a combat situation. Something catches her eye, and she grabs at yet another two-piece set. Marcy lectures, "Look you have really pretty black hair and a great figure, but nobody is ever going to know if you dress in ways that don't bring it out, you know."
 
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