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Who: Melissa and Eugen
Where: Shopping district
When: June 25th
What: Celebration for promotion! And having some fun hang out times without terrible things happening. Hopefully.

Admittedly, Melissa would have expected Eugen to keep chugging along with school. He'd always adapted to academia in a way she'd never understood and knew she'd never be able to do with nearly as much ease. But, with everything that's been going on, a different path doesn't seem too out there. She is, admittedly, pretty damn concerned about him being part of the FBI- even if he's bound to be on the more intelligence side of things, that can get dangerous. Now she kind of knows how he feels, she guesses.

Still, they need an occasion to celebrate over with all this going down, so she won't mention that. Instead, they're just hanging out like they always have. Today's goal? Shopping. And also just ribbing at each other, because that's what they do.

Melissa comes up behind Eugen after she'd sneaked into a store, poking the back of hid head with the object she's just purchased. "I got you a present~!" she chimes cheerfully. When he turns around, he will be greeted with, what else? A plush pony.

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It was never in his mind to join any organization that isn't academia because of his goal to improvise the current technology in farm machinery. But situation with him being a giant robot owner along with his knowledge makes the FBI intent on recruiting him even with his lack than stellar record with the R&D team. Even so, Eugen is aware that he can't continue with the status quo, especially if it's beginning to turn against himself. The decision to postpone his doctorate was made in recognition of the advantage he could gain from being officially in the R&D Team. Plus, the pay makes up for the shit he has to face from his supervisor.

In any case, he's not complaining if he gets a celebration date with Melissa. It's been a rough month and honestly, they both needed the break. Hopefully, the next time they are out, he'll be the one footing the bill. It's good to be on good paycheck, he's not even going to lie that he looks forward to it. Especially now that he needs to get himself a new ride after the rampaging car crashed his bike.

He turns and gets a face-full of plush pony. Should have expected her to do something this silly. Instead of getting mad, he chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, his mood too good for this silly prank to go to waste. "Wow, thanks. Think I'll prefer the actual thing with ribbons." Taking the plush, he bumps it against Melissa's cheek with a grin.

"I'll be sure to attach some next time. Blue ones, of course." Maybe she'll sneak in while he's sleeping or something and tie blue ribbons in its hair. And his maybe. She'd have to be careful not to wake him up, though. He might kill her if that happened. Though, it could be worse. She could be threatening to attach anything other than a first place ribbon. She's sure that would be unacceptable.

She chuckles, hooking her arm through his and actually not dragging him anywhere, though she will be if he starts being uncooperative. Even if the rest of the status quo is changing, theirs will always be 'Melissa is the bossy one.' "So, where to next?"

Trust her to shoot a retort right back at her, to which he takes in stride. When you grow up with a walking mass of terror, you either bow down or build tolerance against it. He did the exact latter, with distinction, if he may adds. "Yes, of course. No other ribbon is fit for my use." Although he's sure given Melissa's reputation, the pony wouldn't be the only victim of her ribbon rampage. He might actually have to do damage control of the bloody variety. He knows what she thinks, and she knows that he knows. It's wonderful to have a BFF in this sense and context.

He smiles when she takes his arm, a gesture that he's so used to that it no longer feels wrong despite them having broken up years ago. "I need some office wear. God forbid I will lose my hearing sense if I turn up in T-shirt and jeans. You'll think they would understand why I wouldn't want to waste time dressing up if I'm going to be covered in grease 8 hours a day." Who would want to waste time changing in and out of working gears everyday if he could do the same in something simpler?

Yeah, he'd totally know what she was planning. It feels like she should curse something for him knowing her so well, but... eh. More often than not it's worked out in her favor. She thinks.

"Yeah, you'd think that would just be easier on everyone..." Oh well. Stupid FBI. "Then clothes for you it is. How fancy do you think you need to be?" If he has to dress up in a suit and tie everyday to go in... that would be kind of hilarious, honestly, but really pointless.

"Well, apparently it's fine to inconvenience me every day, so whatever." He huffs, feeling a little annoyed once he remembered the 'lecture' his supervisor gave him. "Just plain suits will do, I'm not dressing to the nine."

Turning towards the men's section, he looks around the store with Melissa on one side and the plush pony safely tugged under his other arm. Others would easily mistaken them for a couple if he doesn't looks completely underage. It annoys him a little but there's no helping the situation. "What about you? Are you getting anything for yourself?"

"Plain suits it is, then." Makes it a bit easier, then. They can just find something that looks decent on him and get a couple in different colors or something. She doubts he'll care much more than that.

"Uh... I guess I'm looking for a dress. An actual nice one, not a club one." She's trying not to make a face, but Eugen can probably tell. As much as she comes off as girly and certainly very proud of her appearance, Melissa has always edged a bit more on the tomboy side of things. Fancy dresses were not her thing. "Though if I don't find one apparently it's not a big deal? Fuck if I know, Karl's mom told me to make sure I have one and no one has told me why."

"Yeap, plain suits will do." He honestly doesn't really care since he won't be wearing them much other than reporting in and out of work.

Her request and the reason for it surprises him, enough that he actually paused in his step. He hasn't realize that they are this serious about their relationship but he suppose, he should have known. Melissa's notorious for having commitment issue. He should have put two and two together when she told him she's in a relationship with him. Relationship. Not fling like she always had. "You're meeting his parents already? It's not too soon?"

"I think it's less of me meeting his mom and more I've been drafted to make sure he actually shows up." It amounts to pretty much the same thing either way, though, and she's a little nervous about it. She's sure it'll be fine, but... well. It will certainly be a new experience for her. At least there will probably be more fussing over Karl and Lloyd than her.

He rolls his eyes pointedly at her, "It's the same thing, Lisa. Are you even ready for this?" The answer is probably no, she's not ready, but Eugen has a feeling she will barrel-rolled into it with gutso anyway. In any case, he'll probably need to be ready for some mental support and damage control anyhow.

Melissa sighs, rubbing her temples. "Can we not talk about this?" No, she's not ready, and this is supposed to be fun. Time to not focus on serious shit, or even slightly less serious shit. It was going to be fine. Yup. Luckily, they're at the store, and Melissa is dragging him towards the men's section.

"Called it." There's his answer. He doesn't need her to outright tell him, he knows from the way she behaves. Which really doesn't make him worries less but he drops it anyway and let her drags him to the men's section.

"Alright, let's get my vanity suits and then we can get you your nuptial dress." Shooting a grin that he knows he will get hit for, he heads off to the rows of business suits to start browsing.

It's almost like he knows her or something. At the comment, his arm is most definitely getting smacked, but as soon as that is done Melissa will be at the racks too, shifting through some suits. "This might not suck," she says, pulling out one, "Though I guess I should ask, do we have to try and match them to your hair?" Because that's going to make this a hell of a lot harder.

"Hey!" He pulls his hand away so he could use it browse the suits (seeing as a pony occupies his other hand). He takes one look at the suit she shows him and shakes his head in disagreement. "Nah, I don't like that pattern." He pulls out a dark grey one with faint thin stripes and looks at Melissa for opinion. "Don't be ridiculous." He's purple enough as it is...

Melissa will put the suit back, chuckling a little at the comment. "Yeah, I just don't want to clash with it or anything." The hair is kind of permanent, after all. She'll regard the suit he pulls with a shrug. "Try it on, I guess." If he likes it, then that's kind of the important part. Let's see if she can find a nice pinstripe or something.

He shoots her a look, obviously amused with her comment, "It's purple, it'll go well with most colors." Some of them will just make him looks exceptionally gay but he's not going to say that. "Okay." He holds on to it and continue looking, pulling out a plain black one with a thinner lapel.

He probably needs at least one plain black suit, though she's not sure about the lapel. Still, after a little bit of searching they come up with a good number of suits for him to try on before shoving him into a fitting room.

By the time he locks the door of the fitting room, he has too many suits and shirts in hands that he's amazed he managed to hang them all up at all. With a huff, he moves to remove his glasses, only to realize belatedly that he doesn't wear it anymore, not since the first blackout. He still hasn't gotten rid of his life long habit yet.

Still, he puts the shirts and suits on one by one, letting Melissa look him over and pick some of their choices apart. By now, it's the fifth shirt (pale pink) and seventh suit (the black one with thin lapel). Stepping out, he gives her a wave to steal her attention from whatever keeping her occupied. "How about these?" he asks, growing weary with the amount of dressing and undressing he has done.

Melissa is not exactly thrilled about the process either. She doesn't like the actual 'making sure shit works' part of shopping very much. She's very nearly almost given up on the dress idea before they've even started looking.

She looks up from her phone, regarding the newest combination and trying to remain objective and not 'yes it's fine can we move on'. "I like the last shirt better. Suit fits, though. You probably need a black one. How many you got left?"

His shoulders sag a little, tired from trying out so many clothes. If he has less shame, he would have just take them off right there and change into the next one instead of going in and out of the dressing room.

Shrugging the suit off, he grumbles at her, "I have 3 more shirts in there. There's another black suit with a normal lapel and a navy blue one. Can we hurry up with this?"

"Hurry it up all you want. I'm not in control of how fast this goes." Seriously, what does he expect her to do about it? "Are any of the things in there the same style as the ones you've tried on?" Because then it's just a matter of color and he wouldn't need to actually put them on.

He rolls his eyes and starts unbuttoning the top buttons of the shirt before turning to head back into the dressing room or rather before the sales girl die from blushing. Seriously, it has to be illegal to ogle at him now that he looks positively underage.

"No, they are all different. You're the one that shoved them to me." The door clicks close. It's another two or three minutes later when he appears in the navy blue suit and a pastel printed shirt that ought to look very gay on other guys but he winged it anyway. "I'm not going to bother with the black suit, I think it looks good when I slipped it on inside. How's these?"

Maybe he should just buy all the remaining shirts. If it's ugly, he'll give it to someone else or something.

Melissa has to agree. And if one more clerk asks her about her 'little brother'......

"You don't have to try them all on if you have enough that works." Seriously, she does not care. Also she is getting bored, and a bored Melissa is a dangerous thing indeed. Still, she'll look him over when he comes out, raising an eyebrow at the shirt. "I pulled that one as a joke. Stop looking fine in everything." Why do they even bother having him try on clothes??

Oh, thanks all the gods in the world because he's so getting out of here, as soon as he changes back to his boring clothes. It's obvious how relieved he is when he starts unbuttoning the moment she says he doesn't have to keep this up any longer. Though her comment on the shirt does make him pause long enough to look into his reflection on the mirror. "Really? I can't tell. I thought it looks okay."

It probably helps that he's not really choosy about what he wears unless he appears outright ugly in them. Which is rare. With a shrug, he heads back into the stall to change out of his new wardrobe.

With all the suits and shirts piled on his hands, he headed straight to the cashier and dumps them unceremoniously on the counter. "I'll have these. I left the ones I don't want in the stall." Typical guy behavior, even though he looks like he should have a milder manner.

"It does look ok. That's why it's annoying." Melissa sighs dramatically, leaning back against the wall. So make for even adding a little bit of enjoyment to this trip. She was sure that would override his normal 'looks good in anything' appearance. What a fool she was.

She rolls her eyes and mouths an apology to the cashier as she begins to ring Eugen's clothes up, but soon enough the two of them are out of the store and on their way.

Honestly, sometimes he gives up trying to understand her. It doesn't pleases her when he doesn't look okay but the same can be said when he does. It baffles him but he's not curious enough to care so he never asked her why.

Melissa helping to pack his clothes doesn't bother him as he's used to it by now. So, he waits until they are both done, paid for them and walk off with the bags with a thank you to the cashier.

"So, dress. Ladies department then. Anything you want to avoid before I start looking?"