[And when she arrives, there he is. Rainbow hair fluff, awful Alolan shirt, worn shorts, sunglasses. And Skarmory behind him, idly pecking at his arm.]
[When she arrives, she can't help but grin at that rainbow floof on his head. She even reaches up to give it a light, fond flick with her hand.] That's never gonna stop being amazing.
He has a point about the outfits, though. At least she supposes so. With Commander Samuel Holt as her father, Pidge knows a thing or two about having to dress up for a work event. It's been a while, though...
She lets out a weary sigh, then moves closer to Skarmory.]
Okay, cool. [Because it's been way too long since Pidge has had to play dress up and she's not sure how well it will go if she has to do it on her own.]
What about the others? Are you forcing anyone else to get dressed up?
[While she may not be as terrified as Hunk would be, riding on the back of a metal bird for only the second time ever without much to hold onto, Pidge is still a little unsettled about it.
Please don't let her fall, Space Dad.]
So where are we headed? Is there some kind of fashion hub city around here?
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I need you to do something for me.
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Just come outside for a minute.
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are we about to have another awkward talk about my brother? i know you're having sex, it's fine
1/3
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P I D GE
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ok ok i'm coming. porch?
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[And when she arrives, there he is. Rainbow hair fluff, awful Alolan shirt, worn shorts, sunglasses. And Skarmory behind him, idly pecking at his arm.]
Get on, Pidge. We're going shopping.
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What are we shopping for?
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[And he did a great job, if you ask Shiro.]
Clothes. For Matt's observatory event.
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No one. That is all Lance.]
Oh. [She pauses, head tilting slightly in thought.] I didn't think it'd be formal or anything. Are we getting you out of your beach look?
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I'm going formal.
You guys just need ... something that isn't beach wear.
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[Geez, what are you, seven years old?]
What? [Pidge looks down at her outfit, considering the long shorts and loose t-shirt she has on.] I'm not dressed that bad, am I?
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[Technically he's six.]
[She gets a brief look too.] You're better than Keith. But... this is important to him. He's worked really hard on it.
We need to support him.
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He has a point about the outfits, though. At least she supposes so. With Commander Samuel Holt as her father, Pidge knows a thing or two about having to dress up for a work event. It's been a while, though...
She lets out a weary sigh, then moves closer to Skarmory.]
Fine, fine. But nothing too crazy, okay?
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[And he means it, too. She gets a shoulder squeeze, in thanks. Before he steps over to the bird himself. It really does mean a lot.]
Promise. I'm the only one who's going to try and impress.
[Read: he's going to be the arm candy.]
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What about the others? Are you forcing anyone else to get dressed up?
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[He swings a leg over Skarmory's back, settling in and motioning Pidge up too. She's small enough the big metal bird can carry them both.]
But Keith, yeah. Hunk's probably fine.
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[But hey, she'll climb on up behind Shiro, settling there and grasping at his shoulders.]
I'm not sure how I should feel about being in the same category as Keith. [No offense to him, of course.]
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[And in case he wants to raid Shiro's wallet.]
[Once she's secure, he gives the cue to Skarmory.] In the clothing department? Me either.
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Please don't let her fall, Space Dad.]
So where are we headed? Is there some kind of fashion hub city around here?
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Just into town. I'm not asking you guys to be fancy -- that's my job.
[Again: Arm candy.]
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...It's been a while since I've had to go shopping for new clothes. [Not since she was home. Not since before she snuck into the Garrison.]
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[The only reason he's relatively used to it is the amount of time he's been here.]
[... And a lot of his clothes came out of the bargain bins.]
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