#[[She went “Screw it; I'll match you in something with pastels”]]
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"Oh, I know I am owing you. I was ready to treat you to meals for a week for this anyways." Charlotte was smiling more earnestly now, twirling the bag with the cones in her other hand idly. She was done with her mischief around him. Mostly because she knew the kids had a chance of being far more ruthless once they got to showing off.
Looking a bit more "hip" was more likely to ease their conceptions a bit. Plus the shirt did well to soften his look compared to his usual attire in her view. She just hoped it would be enough.
Tapping her chin in brief thought with her free hand, she stopped spinning the bag and picked out an oversized t-shirt for herself with a slightly pastel geared design. It wasn't a total one-eighty to something overly girly, but certainly more feminine. She only paused with it for a moment as she held it up against herself, before throwing it up. This was all because Zech made such a clear fuss.
Before the shirt would have landed on her, or maybe the floor, Charlotte turned into a more shimmering version of a flashbang. Bright enough to deter staring at her directly too long, but not necessarily painful. Just obscured for a few short seconds. When that light dimmed out quickly her outfit had changed, now in shorts, knee high socks, and the shirt she had thrown in the air.
Though she didn't really pause to dwell on the little costume change stunt she did. Instead she simply popped on a custom helmet with holes for her horns with an innocent hum.
"...And by the by, that shirt suits you. Or maybe you make it look good. However you want to take it, I mean the compliment." She rolled backwards ahead of him, only making a little toe-spin at the door to open it as she went out before him. They still had a ways to go to the little skate park area to show off from here, and getting there would be good warm up for both of them.
"Seriously...?" Quite unsubtly, he balks at the change in outfit she presents to him, his arms raising slightly at his sides to indicate the elbow guards he's already strapped on over his coat. "You're taking this a bit too far, don't you think? Besides, I'm not exactly comfortable with just... Throwing on another shirt in the middle of the store like this."
That would necessitate not only removing the safety equipment he'd already fastened into place, but the removal of his coat and, quite possibly, his shirt, were he not inclined to wear layer on top of layer — which, quite frankly, he wasn't.
...She wasn't leaving him with much of a choice, it seemed, as she unceremoniously dumped the shirt upon his helmet.
"...You owe me something for this," he grumbles, moving to place both objects temporarily upon the counterspace as he loosens the bindings on the shoulder pads and sets them upon his waiting board, then moves to retrieve the shirt again.
Afterwards, he shuffles off to another corner of the store. Somewhere with enough racks and products in place that it isn't likely for someone to spot him unless they specifically drew close to that little nook. And, without wasting a second, he sheds his coat, then his shirt, and, with a prompt swiftness to minimize his exposure as much as possible, slips on the other shirt that Charlotte had provided to him. His dark grey affair is then draped onto some nearby surface as he slips his coat back onto his frame, then scoops his former shirt under one arm as he returns to the front.
One glance is taken Lottie's way as she returns, already presuming that mischievous glint remains with her gaze, and he moves right past her to retrieve his equipment, placing his shoulder pads back into place and slipping the helmet onto his head before scooping up his board.
"Don't wanna hear it." He's already quick to interject, anticipating some form of quippy commentary regarding the change in his look. His usual shirt is placed upon the counter, and he briefly directs his attention to the shopkeeper. "Keep an eye on this for me. It's my favorite shirt."
"...Now let's get this over with already."
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