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[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ breaking into school after finals week definitely wasn't the best or brightest idea lyssa had ever had, but it was something he felt like he had to do with amanda, if only to complete his task that he was unable to go through with on prom night. it still made him feel bad whenever he thought about it, even if they had repaired amanda's (mom's mom's) dress after finding someone who could restore it properly, but still... though it wasn't like he didn't bother to talk to the girls who were to blame in the first place, of course. that wasn't a pretty discussion (he had never felt so angry towards the opposite sex before; it just wasn't in his nature, let alone hold any animosity towards anyone to begin with) but he got his point across. that was enough for him, just as long as they kept their distance. (and they did.)

nonetheless, it was lyssa's turn to do something mischievous of his own, even if he had easily gotten the keys to the school from one of the board members that his dad knew pretty well. usually he didn't bother to use those kinds of things to his advantage, but, well... albert would understand. probably just smile at lyssa and raise an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic antics. his mom would surely be amused, too. (she had always been the same way, after all. just another trait he had received from her.)

with that in mind (and his muse's hand tightly grasped into one of his own) he moves slowly and carefully around the school, almost as if they were on some secret mission. (nobody was even around, he just felt like having even more fun.) as they're walking around, he whispers over to his friend: ]

Now remember, if we get split up and someone catches you, just scream "ponies!" and I'll be there in a flash!

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[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ is also resolutely not thinking of that night, just listening to lyssa's words before nodding in response. ]

I'm going in blind. [ but if it's one of lyssa's projects, she knows that it's going to be amazing anyway. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods and quickly tugs her inside, carefully shutting the door before making her place her hands over her eyes, telling her to stay like that for a moment. and then he's off to pull things out and set them up, careful in making it all look exactly how he wanted it to on prom night (even the lighting had to be perfect).

when he's satisfied he tells her to open her eyes; what she'll see is what looks to be a large walk-in closet, only it's full of vintage dresses, shoes, purses-- anything and everything, even down to the jewelry that's propped up and laid out in glass cases for amanda to see (if she so wishes to). the main focus seems to be centered on the four lavish dresses all aligned upfront, each of them looking as if they had come from different time periods (only with a modern twist).

tosses just one more look over his shoulder at this work before moving over to amanda again. beams at her, a little excited (and nervous). ]

Well? What do you think?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, momentarily confused until her brain seems to catch up & process what, exactly, she's seeing. even she can see the resemblance between these dresses & the dresses that her mom passed down to her. only-- these are newer, obviously. & prettier, but she suspects that's more of lyssa's touch than the actual style itself.

gives every dress at least a minute (or more) of staring & then turns to lyssa with a smile & nod. ]

They're amazing. [ must have taken lyssa such a long time. --did he show it to teachers already? this alone could be his portfolio, can't it...? ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs up a little in pride, though he's blinking a moment later when he realizes that she doesn't quite understand why he's showing them to her. chuckles a little to himself, reaching out to put a hand on amanda's shoulder as he leans in to look her in the eye. ]

They're for you.

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[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ wait a minute. one moment as this processes.










... ooooohhh. okay. they're for her. as in, they're her's now. ]

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares at his face blankly.

wait, really? seriously? all of them? but they're so pretty! --really-really? ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods, knowing exactly what she wants to say without actually hearing it. ]

Really-really. [ glances at all of the dresses and accessories again. ] I know it's a lot, so don't feel obligated to take all of it if you don't want to. Keep it, donate it, give it away; it's your choice. They belong to you now.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head & reaches for one of his hands with both of her own. ]

I'm going to keep all of it. [ because lyssa made it for her & they really are beautiful. don't doubt that, okay? ] And pass it on. [ just like all her ponies are going to be passed on.

... right now though? right now, she mostly wants to know how to move them to her apartment without damaging any of them. even a single crease is unacceptable. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks a little hopeful (relieved) at her words, leaning down to quickly kiss the top of her head. gently removes himself from her so he can hop on over to the display, pulling out one of the dresses before holding it up. ]

The only thing I ask is to be able to see you in them! [ turns the dress around, pointing at the zipper part. ] And look, I made this special kind of zipper that's elastic around the edges. So you never have to worry about not being able to fit in them!

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ crying inside. though that is a good feature. she could become like lyssa's cat & still fit into them. (or not.) ]

What about washing them?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks over the dress again, thinking. ]

I recommend hand-washing them, but you can put the in the washer and dryer just fine, I think. [ hands the one he's holding out to her. ] If they ever need repairs, just tell me and I'll replace anything that needs to be fixed.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes the dress carefully, holding it against herself & glances down. ]

I'll be careful with them. [ so that asking lyssa to fix his own creations won't happen... she has to wash a lot of her mother's (mother's) stuff by hand anyway, so this won't be a problem. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ lips twitch up into another smile, lifting a hand to place it on her head. softly strokes her poof hair. ]

I know you will, but just in case it happens.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods, still staring down at the dress. her new precious. ]

I have you on speed-dial.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ there's a chuckle and another stroke before he places his hands onto her shoulders. ]

Anyway, pick out something to wear, okay? The night is not over just yet.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

We're not taking these back?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

We will later, my dear.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... well. okay. glances at the many dresses briefly before looking back up at lyssa. ]

This one okay? [ holds up the one that lyssa had handed her. ] Or something else? [ if she has to pick from this sea of fashion, it's going to take a long time... ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks it over briefly. nods. ]

If that's what you'd like, yes.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances at the dress again. then at the other three. followed by a glance at the other dresses. ]

Casual or dressy?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks over the selection of shoes, humming. ]

Probably more on the dressy side.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ then nods at the dress in her hands. ]

Okay, then I like this one. [ that & lyssa went to it first. that probably has some kind of favouritism, right...? ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods first, pointing to the right of the room. ]

There's a changing room over there behind the curtains. [ steps back a few paces. ] I'll be right back, too.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ also nods & goes to peek around the curtains, blinking when the sight of the classroom greets her. stares at the desks & chairs for a bit before shrugging, simply checking around to make sure that there aren't any strangers around (just in case! could never be too safe -- her dad likes reminding her of the fact) before quickly wiggling out of her dress to put on the new one.

she's not too surprised to see that the size is just right, not too tight or loose. peeks around the curtains when she's finished. shuffles on over to drape her unused dress over one of the dressers, after which she immediately takes to examining the accessories in detail while she waits for lyssa's return. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ in the meantime he's changing as well, picking out an outfit that would match amanda's before quickly changing into it (with the help of his ninja butler, who had come to help out). after he's situated he motions to his butler to set up his next scenario behind another curtain: a table for two, complete with flowers and candles around the makeshift "restaurant". (he's now thankful that the room they're in is large enough for this.)

when everything is in place he steps back into the area that his friend is waiting in, beaming over at her. ]

The dress looks really good on you! [ approaches, tilting his head to look her over. ] It's not too tight? Too loose?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

No, it's good.

[ pauses, giving his outfit a confused blink. then a nod in approval-slash-awe-slash-comprehension (sort of. she only gets the fact that he's changed & that it kind of matches her dress. since that's in the realm of what lyssa would do, she's not too surprised by that, at least). ]

Yours look good too. [ did he make it? ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs up a little bit at the unspoken implications. ]

Thank you! And I did make it myself, yes. [ offers his arm to her before finishing that line of thought: ] Just for tonight.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances down at her dress. then back up at lyssa. ]

What's tonight?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ gestures over to the back of the room, the curtains opening on cue via lyssa's ninja butler. nods to him when he inclines his head a little, guiding them both on over to the single table. ]

Prom.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks. again. there's so many things that's confusing about that single declaration she's not sure where to start...

but goes along obediently anyway, taking a seat after giving the table's decorations a thorough stare. ]

. . . Prom redux?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods, taking the seat across from amanda. ]

Precisely.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ --wait. belated thought: ]

I think it's prom number three. [ remember? they had their pony movie marathon. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as two glasses of water are deposited onto the table. ]

Prom 2.5?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes a sip of the water. ]

I don't mind if you don't mind.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Then that's what it shall be named! [ raises his glass, as if in a toast. takes a drink before setting it down again. ] It's not as grand as watching pony movies all night, but I hope it'll hold some merit regardless.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ can't help but smile at that 'cause lyssa really doesn't have to worry. not much can beat ponies, but this is coming really close. mostly 'cause she has a new wardrobe, time out with her bff lyssa & a prom that doesn't have mean girls. ]

I like it. [ more than. ]