Thread: Going Organic (Hisako & DeviantAngel)

Claire chuckled and looked away, her bangs getting in front of her eyes again. Again her nervous and compulsive tick flared and she pulled the bangs to the side of her face as she looked back up into Mini's eyes. She bit her lip and her eyes pulsed briefly, their luminosity only rivaled by the rich shade of her face blushing on her cheeks. Claire nodded, closing her eyes as she admitted to her family business. Yes, L'amour furs, 'Votre amour est pas faux, et ni est le ntre.' our famousFrench slogan. She said as she rolled her eyes on the mention of the French lineage, something that was as real as conterfeit money. One of the many lies that kept them from suspicion from their questionable origin. She smiled again as she looked back at the cow-girl, I'm glad you're enjoying our products, we're about to unveil our first lingerie line for fall soon--if you're interested. She said, wincing as she realized she was becoming the VP her mother wanted her to be. Mini was now reaching out and touching her bolero, Claire held her breath for a moment as she watched her fingers glide through the fur that had been designed to take on all properties of the fox fur it was imitating. She looked back up at Mini as she finished her sentence, now imagining her in one of the many gorgeous furs they sold. Claire was taken aback when Mini started looking at her own breasts. Claire froze, unsure of what was happening since she was sure this was natural. Patches? Well, that does make a lot of sense, but it seemed given the audience and the business here that her leaking wasn't a big deal, and was probably commonplace. However, Mini was demonstrating that it wasn't, further educating Claire in the Organic Market etiquette. Claire was brought back to attention as she was being called out for staring at Mini's breasts, something she had been doing since before they had been talking. Claire froze when she heard that her eyes betrayed her, she fought her entire body from looking down at her lap, knowing that would give her away. She clutched the bag to her lap even tighter as she continued to try and hide her erection that was barely being suppressed. Mini gave Claire a wink, and Claire finally blinked, still stuck in shock and slowly coming back to reality. Claire's shoulders relaxed a bit as Mini leaned against the pole. Claire continued to be a good conversational partner, and was surprised when she wasn't the one asking Mini out, but was on the other side of that question. She opened her mouth to ask for clarification, but then Mini spoke again to reiterate that she was asking Claire out. Claire shut her mouth and smiled wryly. Claire looked down at Mini's chest again and sighed, her mouth forming a more charming smile as she closed and opened her eyes in tandem with the transition. Claire looked around and realized that she had spent too much time enjoying the milk show that she didn't bother getting a lot of her shopping done, and it would have to wait until tomorrow anyways. By the looks of it, everyone was starting to close up shop and go home. She blew a small raspberry and returned her attention to Mini. Yes, Mini, I would love to go to dinner with you--but! She raised her free hand quickly, her index finger pointed upwards while the rest of her fingers and thumbs clenched. Her tone seemed more commanding now, insistent. ButI will be paying. No sense in being a spoiled child if I can't spoil someone else every now and then. She said, her tone and face becoming more relaxed as she gave off a smile as warm as her blush, her eyes closing a little to emphasize the authenticity of her smile and mood. She went back to a more neutral expression as she looked down at her purse and opened it up with both hands, still careful to keep it over her lap as she began rifling through her purse. So, uhhow did you get here? I can provide the transportation to and from dinner if you wouldn't be able to get back to your residence. Or I could drop you off here afterwards? She looked back up and raised an eyebrow, Maybe not? She winked as she looked back down into the open purse and found her keys. She clutched them in one hand while using other fingers to clamp the purse together. She put the keys in her bolero pocket, exchanging them for her mobile. She quickly unlocked the phone and emailed Emelia, updating her on the lack of groceries but surplus of a date. Hitting send she then activated her phone's 'Quiet hours' setting. Looking back up at Mini she slid her phone back in its rightful pocket, returning that hand back to purse duty. Shall we? She asked, some hair dangerously close to being in front of her eyes.