Samurai Flamenco - Shopping [Gotoyoshi]

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Title: shopping
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Souichi, MMM
Rating: M
Length: 1099
Summary: This was a mistake, Masayoshi realizes, surrounded by mannequins dressed in skimpy bits of satin.

This was a mistake, Masayoshi realizes, surrounded by mannequins dressed in skimpy bits of satin. Actually, it was a whole cascading series of mistakes that started with Mari catching him flipping through a bridal magazine while waiting in the make-up chair two days ago, and ended right here, in the middle of an upscale lingerie store and trying his absolute level best not to turn his signature color. At least he had the distraction of Blue on hand, who had an expression on his face that was settled somewhere between ‘terrified’ and 'awestruck.’ His presence on this little endeavor was another on the long checklist of gaffes he was keeping – but he really didn’t want to do this alone, and at least Blue provided ample distraction for him.

“Stop staring,” Masayoshi hissed at Souichi, who blinked owlishly at a headless mannequin wearing something that seemed to be made up of nothing but lace.

“I’m not staring,” Souichi said, and continued to stare.

“You are totally-” Masayoshi straightened up and smiled helplessly as a sales associate rounded in on them, and for a moment Masayoshi had a glimpse of a shark closing in on its prey. “H-hello,” he said, and gave in and blushed.

“Can I help you … find something?” Her eyes flicked to Blue, who had shifted his attention elsewhere, and then to Masayoshi, who was trying his damnedest not to fidget in place. She pursed her lips and frowned at Blue, and Masayoshi very helpfully elbowed him in the side, dragging his attention away from the admittedly eye-catching mannequins.

“Um,” Masayoshi said, and realized that he had no idea what he was doing, and Blue was worse than useless in this circumstance – and he was saved by the woman frowning at him again, looking between him and Blue with what seemed to be the first faint glimmer of recognition. “Uh, I’m, we’re, we’re looking for-”

“-lingerie,” Souichi adds helpfully.

“Lingerie,” Masayoshi sighs, the tips of his ears pink.

The woman looked between them and, after a pause, smiled. “Wonderful! Is this for a special occasion?”

Blue leans forward a little and grins. “He’s getting married-”

Masayoshi’s elbow dug right into Souichi’s kidney, he grunted in agony and Masayoshi plastered a very fake smile on and said pleasantly, “she’s getting married. It’s for my … sister.” This was a role. He was acting, it was improv – he wasn’t good at coming up with things on the fly but if he could just stay in this mindset maybe he’d get out of this store with as little humiliation as possible.

Her eyes flicker between them again, and Masayoshi kept the smile and thought, please, please just play along with this, please. “Your sister,” she said slowly, and then nodded her head and the mask of professionalism slammed down and Masayoshi wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. “Well, let’s just see what we can find for her today!” She gives Masayoshi a sly once-over and asks with an edged smile. “So, how tall is she?”

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They escaped a little over an hour later, Masayoshi with an opaque bag in one hand and his cell phone in the other, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse to text to Gotou as to why he was out all afternoon. He had no idea where he was even going to hide this stuff, he was going to have to ask Ishihara to keep it in her office for him, or worse, he could ask one of the girls ….

Masayoshi stopped in place when he saw Mari waving at him cheerfully from an outdoor cafe across the street and down a way from the store itself. “You have got to be kidding me,” he said.

“Is that Flamenco Diamond?” Blue asked, and Masayoshi strongly considered going the opposite direction just to spite Mari, but both Moe and Mizuki were with her at the table and he wasn’t going to be rude just because Maya Mari was evil incarnate.

Her eyes lit upon the bag when they got close, and she practically lunged over the table at Masayoshi. “You got something, what did you get, GIMME-”

Masayoshi tried to evade but it was mostly for show, and Mari successfully plucked the bag out of his hands and returned to the table, rifling through its contents. “Do you want to join us?” Moe asked with a smile, and there were some empty chairs at the large round table, an umbrella stuck through its center. Masayoshi shook his head. “I can’t be long, I’ve got to get home,” he said truthfully. He did have a date tonight – and he still had to stop by the office and ask Ishihara to hide his lingerie.

“You got white,” Mari crowed, and looked up at him with a predatory grin. “Didn’t tell the saleslady about all the dirty sex you’ve already had, hm?”

“Mari,” Masayoshi yelped, a little loudly, and a few heads swiveled in his direction. Mari waved her hand in the air, beatific grin on her face.

“I am messing with you,” she said. “I approve, the ladies in there have good taste.” She raised an eyebrow at Blue. “Don’t you think so?”

“Uh,” Blue said, a little surprised at being addressed.

“Mari,” Mizuki said patiently. “Please stop traumatizing the boys in public.”

“I’m not traumatizing them,” Mari said indignantly. She fluttered her eyelashes at Blue, have identified the easier target.

Masayoshi took the bag back from her. “I’ve got to go,” he said. “Blue, why don’t you stay? I’m sure the girls would like the company.”

Mizuki’s smile was genuine, while Mari’s went straight into predatory. He’d completely thrown Blue under the bus and Blue had no idea. “Have fun,” Masayoshi said, clapping him on the shoulder, and he fled up the sidewalk.