James Moriarty (consolcrim) wrote in westviewic, @ 2024-04-07 10:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! choose your own plot, !complete, james moriarty (consolcrim), sherrinford holmes (notfromsherwood) |
After a lovely birthday and getting back to work, Jim - much like the others of Westview - assumed that the next foray of misery or mishaps would come after a long spell. This town couldn't be in a constant state of insanity or whiplash between antics so quickly. Could it? He rolled over, feeling a little colder than usual and daring to snuggle closer to Sherrinford. A shiver ran over him and he tucked his legs against Sherrinford's and… Something felt smooth. Jim cracked an eye and frowned at the man he shared a bed with. Did he shave his legs or something? Not that Jim would judge but Sherr didn't strike him as the type to do that. He shifted his foot to run it over Sherr's calf. Not smooth. Wait, was it him? He threw the covers off and was met with a surprise. Even in the darkness he didn't recognize his own body. And he shrieked, voice higher than normal as he made a small flail. — It wasn’t the first time the other flailed or drifted in and out of sleep. Thankfully? He was more than used to the olders panicked hallucinations and, yawning, just buried his face further against the pillow. “S’not real.” He muttered softly as if to reassure the other of whatever dream or hallucination he was seeing now, given he was still somewhat in the realm of sleep and only barely awake. It was only the scream that had him shifting to rub his eyes and yawning. “Just go back to sleep Ji-” Was all he managed to get out before he stared blearily at him in confusion. ~~ “This feels very real, Sherr,” he hissed, trying to pinch himself and even going so far as to slap his own knee. Very real, Jim determined. He was past confused and well into panicked. He’d been young once before and that had been fine because that was still his body, one he recognized but this? Whole new territory. He was so glad in hindsight that he chose to wear clothes to bed. “What is this? Why am I all soft and girly?” Jim grimaced, pulling the collar of his shirt to peer down at his chest. “My goodness.” There's a passing second of dizziness before Jim asks, “Am I pretty?” — “I can see that.” He huffed, still somewhat clinging to sleep as he rubbed his eyes further. As if that would make the olders new…look disappear. He frowned slightly, concerned about whatever this was now and sighed a little. Thankfully, girl or not, Jim was Jim and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes skyward as the other basically checked himself out. Something he was keeping himself from doing. The idea was already giving him a headache a bit and he sighed. “You’re always pretty, boss.” He offered, shifting to reach for his phone to see if any of their “Neighbors” were suffering from the same affliction. It seemed it was too early for most people to be awake and he frowned further, shrugging. “Maybe it’ll wear off?” He tried, rubbing the back of his neck and frowning down at the floor as if it was to blame for this fresh hell. “We can stay inside, if you want. “He suggested, keeping his gaze off the older and on his hands, stomach sinking at whatever was going on now. ~~ He feels like Sherr is being too calm about this. His point about it wearing off is valid but still. He should be panicked too. So Jim amps up his own and flails hands wildly before nudging at Sherrinford. “Of course I want to stay inside. Look. At. Me!” And he notices hestbot quite looking at him - her. Wording feels weird to him right now. He still feels a little…masculine but everything else is apparently very feminine. Semantics, he decides. It isn't important. So she grabs Sherr's face and leans in to stare, suspiciously. “Why do you get to be normal?” — “I am looking!” At least, looking at the olders face anyway. Because anywhere else wouldn’t just be confusing but felt weird in a way. Sure, Jim was Jim regardless but this felt..different. If he knew it was Jim’s doing and not this place he would have thought it was a punishment in a way. “I wish I knew, boss.” He muttered, keeping his eyes locked with Jims and frowning further. He felt the same, and clearly was if Jim was only panicking about himself. Maybe he’d gotten skipped this time? Shrugging regardless, he shifted to sit up further. “I’ll go see what we have for breakfast, a day in won't hurt.” He offered helpfully. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough time for whatever this new thing was to wear off. Something he doubted, really. ~~ “Oh no.” The hands slipped from his face and switched to grip Sherr's shirt. “You don't get to abandon me. Not now.” The whining sounded almost whinier with the change in her voice. “I'm still me. And I don't think I have cooties,” she grumbled. Hair fell in her face and she blew at it, leaning to flick it away. “Oh I hate this,” she laughed. – “Never said you did, boss.” Rolling his eyes, he sighed and reached for the olders hands. Touch gentle as he led the other toward the kitchen without even giving it a second thought, before drifting to rifle through the cabinets and fridge, absently pulling things out for them both. “Feels weird, it's true.” He agreed, pinching his nose gently before half leaning against the counter and frowning a little. ~~ There was only a small amount of reluctance to actually leave the room. But food was a good idea to distract. It's just too bad Jim didn't participate in cooking. It would have given her something to do. Instead, her job was going to be fill the air and distract Sherr and ask five hundred questions. “No, darling,” she said, smirking at how it sounded now to say with a different pitch. “It feels weird for me. For you it's just another face I bet.” She moved around the kitchen’s island to stand in front of the refrigerator. Using the reflection of the metal, Jim twirled a strand of hair. Blonde. Of course it was. When they all got age wonky before it had been the color too. Without glancing over at Sherr, Jim turned her head to admire her cheeks and asked, “Would you prefer to have me like this or a brunette?” — “Not really” He offered, keeping his gaze off the older and instead focused on cooking. Or tried to, anyway. The older teasing him didn’t help with that endeavor, really. Scowling down at the pancakes he was pushing around gently, Sherr shrugged. It wasn’t difficult to explain, just frustrating knowing how the older would twist his words more than likely. “Prefer you as yourself, honestly.” He offered in a soft mutter before looking up with another shrug. “Dunno.” He tried in a louder tone, as if not interested in the idea at all. “Whichever one you prefer, boss.” He added, shrugging ~~ Jim didn't think Sherrinford was doing a whole lot in the ways of paying attention or reacting, but for good reason since he was cooking. Either way Jim was going to do something about this and get drastic. She frowned at her reflection before marching over to the taller man - who felt even taller now she was shorter - and wrapped arms around his middle from behind. She nuzzles her face into his back and made a sound of disapproval. “So then you won't have sex with me as a woman? Shall I find a willing body elsewhere?” Because out of all the things Jim could do with a woman's body, it was that and then try on a dress. The list of experiences was short. — He sputtered at that, all thoughts of cooking and trying to keep his gaze off the others…new bits? Gone out the window. Instead, he grew flustered and turned bright red, stammering for a moment as if trying to reboot his short circuiting brain. Becaue of *course* that would be the older’s first line of thought. “I…of course I would. I just thought-I wanted to figure out how to reverse-” He managed, face still red and swinging his gaze back to the pancakes, he frowned at them as if it was the foods fault that Jim’s question was all he could focus on now. Blowing out a breath, he tried to calm himself down, for all the good it did due to the older nuzzling against him gently. ~~ “I'd do it for you,” Jim commented. “Just incase you turn into one.” Of course, that thought meant Jim was now going to watch him like a hawk during the night. She took advantage of the smaller stature and ducks, slipping under Sherr's arms to his front and get in his way. She smiles slightly. “And of course we'll see how to get me right again but other things first.” There's a hint of mischief in her eyes and she starts to creep hands under Sherrinford's shirt but quickly stops. “I'll call Diana. Ask her if she has anything I can borrow.” — “Could always wear mine.” He blurted out without thinking. The idea of Jim in his likely more than oversized shirts had a pleasant hum of excitement flickering to life in his veins. Less because of this strange new thing, and more the idea in general really. Peering down at the other, worry still in his gaze before he reached out to trail fingers through the soft blonde locks curiously. “Anything else I can do for you, boss?” He questioned softly, toying with the ends of the others hair for a moment, absently licking his lips. ~~ She thought about it briefly, if the offer could work but ended up shaking her head. “No, I'd take guess I can't go out in your clothes. Too long. And nothing you have I'd consider wearing to work.” Since that was inevitably going to be a thing she had to do. The town really needed to adopt a weird incident focused time off plan. Pretending to think, Jim lowered her eyes after a moment. “Well, if you're taking requests…” A smirk and she tapped her lips once, pursing them. — Frowning at this, he merely shrugged and didn’t push it. He’d tried and that’s all that mattered really, like he did on occasion. Instead he refocused on the older, continuing to twirl the olders soft blonde strands around his fingers for a moment. At least until Jim mockingly pursed lips for a kiss. One Sherr wasted no time in giving, leaning forward to kiss the older gently, eagerly. Jim’s skin somehow even softer as he trailed knuckles against the older criminals jaw gently ~~ This hadn't changed. It felt very the same, which Jim supposed was good. Just a small difference in height which could be easily made up for. Jim gripped at Sherr's shirt, a pleased sound before she turned her head and smiled against his cheek. “People are going to think you're cheating on me,” she mock gasped out. “You'll have to wear a disguise to take me out today.” Because obviously Jim was going to go out and drag him along. He wanted to wander around town, use this new look like a disguise. — “Thought you wanted to stay home?” He teased, more interested in nuzzling the soft spot against Jim’s neck. Nipping at the softer skin playfully for a moment before drawing back to steal a second kiss, gaze soft and clearly eager to do whatever the other wanted, different form or not. Without thinking he flicked one of the others blonde strands in the same playful manner, always more than eager to hear the olders plan for the day, the games Jim was likely to play. His gaze lit up at the thought and he tilted his head to rest his head against the olders gently. ~~ She hummed, a small nod because she was going to need a moment to regather the thoughts and plans if he wanted to be so affectionate. Jim even pressed a hand to his chest in warning, not shoving yet. “Yes, well,” she finally said. “From work, obviously. But I'll need things. I want to look good before I go in tomorrow. And you can parade me around and make people curious.” She smirked, stealing a quick kiss and slipping away from his grasp to go lean with her back against the counter. “Or jealous.” Her eyes widened slightly at this, amused. “Someone will have to fight off interested parties, I mean…” Jim flicked her hair over her shoulder and ran a hand down her own side before eyes flickered back to Sherrinford, alit with a taunting stare. “This is a very dangerous time.” — “That's the plan, then?” He questioned, watching her dart away before absently setting the rest of the food out for them and holding Jim’s out to take a moment. Not that he was surprised really. Nor would he say no, more so at the idea of parading the older around. The very thought had him gulping as he glanced away again, shrugging as if he didn’t care. “Anything for you, boss.” He offered, flashing a big mock grin as he settled beside Jim to poked at his food absently. Some part of him strangely stuck on being calm. Because he was sure the other wouldn’t enjoy being shook until they saw spots. Or worse, probably. ~~ Jim scowled at the food like it wronged her and begrudgingly ate a few bites quietly. Sherrinford was still so calm. What was the point of womanly charms if they didn't work? Or maybe Jim didn't know how to use them. Another attempt, perhaps. “Do you think Sebastian is alright?” She asked, glancing towards the entryway of the kitchen. “Maybe I should go wake him up. Have a laugh and confuse him. I could probably slip into his bed.” — A zing of jealousy flooded him at the words. “No!” He hissed, sucking in a breath, before shaking his head a little. Bas was always a sore spot for him, even with this new thing to fret and worry about. Huffing, he shook his once more. “No, let the arsehole sleep in. No need to drag him into this.” He offered, gesturing toward Jim’s form with a weak, hopeful look. ~~ Finally, a nerve was plucked. And the natural trail of that led to Jim wanting to strum it like an instrument string. She shook her head, smirking. “Absolutely not. Watch. I bet he'll scream, unlike you.” The thought alone made her cackle, devious mind working in overtime as she pushed away from the counter and started towards the door, tugging off her too big shirt in the process. Jim doesn't look back because she knows Sherr is going to panic. She's just waiting for him to stop her, honestly. — The other darting away to do it anyway did, indeed, have him panicking. Moving to chase the older, being taller for once had its advantages and he reached. Hauling Jim over his shoulder easily enough without a second thought. The problem, however, wasn’t the panic and jealousy flooding him, it was the reaction he had to the sudden lack of calmness. His entire form seemed to just..shimmer, and while he couldn’t see himself? He could feel the shift happening. Like a page turning under his hands. Dropping Jim suddenly as he stepped back, more in shock than anything else ~~ Jim wanted to roll in what she assumed was Sherrinford's jealous reaction. Maybe wrap it around herself like a blanket and save some for later. She'd given a surprised squeak and tried to scratch his back playfully but she was right back down again. There was a stumble at the speed of it and she frowned at Sherrinford, ready to be angry but it wasn't him she was staring at anymore. And she wasn't sure if she was impressed or concerned. Fear certainly wasn't present as she stared in awe. — “I don’t..I don’t..” He stammered, his own voice a familiar soft noise to his own ears and he winced, blinking down at his hands. It felt weird honestly, and only had him panicking further. Leaving the older to dart away and peer at his..face. The older’s angry eyes staring back at him and had him recoiling. “Boss?” He questioned, his attention going back to the other still on the ground, even folding his shaking hands around his middle as if that would stop the panic welling up inside him. As if expecting the older to know what to do, how to help. “How-” Was all he managed, the shock of it all too much as he backpedaled until he was pressed against the counter as well, and it didn’t seem far enough to crawl away. ~~ Jim scrambled, crawling to snatch her shirt from the floor and pull it back on quickly. One distraction at a time and this one was holding her full attention. She hurried up to her feet and rushed to Sherrinford where she stared closely. That was…her face. Well, it was her normal face. And now it was there. On Sherrinford's. She grabbed his face with both hands and turned his head gently. Every little line, light bloom of stubble… It was all there. “How is right!” She sighed, thoroughly impressed and said, “You stole my…my face!” A strange choked laugh slipped from her and she narrowed her eyes. “Do it again,” she hissed, eyes brightening with excitement. Unless it was uncontrollable. Maybe this was what happened to her… — Reaching, his hands wrapped around her wrists gently. Not to stop the other from examining him, but to attempt to stop the flood of panic still rising in him. Of course he was just as confused as Jim, except the other criminal seemed thrilled at this more than he did. “I just..I was angry.”He offered, trailing fingers along soft wrists a moment. Not to mention the smaller, brighter, streak of panic that he was now pushing down and ignoring. Letting out a slow breath, as though attempting to calm himself down for all the good it did. Mostly he’d just wanted Jim to stop and- Frowning at the request, he shook his head. “I don’t even know how, boss.” He offered, tone harsher to his own ears and he shook his head again as if to stop it. ~~ She listened, mins already running through possible reasonings or explanations. There was a sudden gratitude for being stuck in a weird town for almost three years. Jim tried to not look so excited and shushed him. “Angry,” she echoed. “Then let's calm down. As much as I like my face, I don't want it on you.” She offered a small smile and rubbed thumbs against his jaw gently. A shake of her head and she added in a whisper, “I was just joking about Seb. I wouldn't give him the privilege to see me like this. Not all of me, I mean.” — “Y-yeah?” He questioned, to the latter part, gaze soft as he studied the older criminal. The gentle touch also helped a bit, thoughts drifting from anger to affection and some wild part of him excited at the idea that Jim didn’t think it was gross, or weird, or any other negative reaction. Almost at once, it felt like a rubber band snapping inside him, the familiar shimmer as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers gently. “Because only I do?” He questioned. Of course he knew it wasn’t, entirely, true, but it felt that way to him. Fingers gently winding around the older’s wrists further, tugging the older closer carefully. ~~ “That's right. Only you.” Which spare one spell of insanity a while back had been the case so there was plenty of truth to the words. “But it has to be you. You can't do…whatever you just did.” Jim might think highly of herself but she never wanted to see what sort of vulnerabilities her face - man or woman - could have in certain scenarios. She shifted to curl against Sherrinford's, arms snaking around his middle and leaning her head against him. Any sort of softness or affectionate moments she was simply going to write off on the body. Though, it did raise question why she was still…well, still a she. It brought on a quick feeling of jealousy that left just as fast because maybe it was nice that Sherr was warm and still so tall and strong. — “I’ll try, boss.” He promised. Given it had been anger that had set him off, staying calm like before seemed like the easiest route. Clearly it wasn’t as easy as he thought, however. At the moment, though, Sherr was more than pleased at the affection and the older curling against him like she was. Tracing fingers gently along Jim’s back, a thoughtful expression flickered over his features at the idea. Mostly how to do..whatever this weird new thing was without just shifting into Jim all the time. It wasn’t like he had an instruction manual, or some instinct on how to and when to. What if he got stuck in one of the forms? Too many ideas and thoughts filled his head and he frowned a little, absently nuzzling along the others blonde locks. ~~ She kept still for a long moment before figuring that Sherr was calm enough to begin properly voicing questions and thoughts about his predicament out loud. Jim lifted her head and watched him, mild caution in her expression as her face tensed up. But then she narrowed her gaze and asked, “Could you do it again? Or try? See if you can do someone else. Be…” she shook her head, thinking for a second until the figurative lightbulb came on. “Be one of your brothers! Or Sebastian. Or someone in town!” It came to mind that he might not be able to but she saw no harm in a try. — He frowned at this, but shrugged a little. Being Jim had been a surprise but doing it on command when he wasn’t even sure how felt…weird in a way. Yet he was willing to try, after all figuring out how to do it at will would have been harder otherwise. Being his brothers seemed like an easier task and he sucked in a small breath, picturing Sherlock in his mind for a moment. Nothing. Not even when his thoughts strayed to being able to shoot him, or how much the older had tormented him and how funny his face had looked the whole time. Thinking about bas however, had a prickly feeling come over him. Fingers absently curling against his palm about how jealous the older was, scowling even as a familiar shimmer happened This time though the feeling of a page turning was more rapid, quicker at the prickly annoyance. ~~ Even though she was goading him on to change, there was still some patience being used. It was clear he was having a time with it. So Jim just watched, waited to see. Maybe if it happened he could see something in it that would be helpful to them. But the shimmering and quick change over felt too fast for her to see anything. Except Sherr’s face turning into Sebastian and that was an odd thing. Jim’s brow twitched and he only brightened because he did! Though, she did pull back slightly. It might still be Sherrinford but he looked like Sebastian. “The opportunities here are incredible, you realize that, right?” she asked through a laugh. “How does it feel?” — “Weird, mostly.” He winced a little at his own booming voice, frowning as he reached up to touch his own face before sighing. Trying to shift into people was weird in itself, but also frustrating if he couldn’t just be whoever he wanted. Not wanting to stay as the burlier sniper, he turned his attention back to Jim. Watching the other’s reaction curiously for a moment, mostly so he could calm down enough to not stay in such a shape. The older being pleased, however, still had the same familiar feelings and he brightened, shifting with a quicker shimmer this time and blinking down at himself as in confusion. “I don’t know how to turn it off and on.” He offered, huffing at the idea, as if unsure of how to even focus enough to change into strangers let alone the older or their friends. ~~ “You might not be able to. We may need to consult someone in Westview with magic.” Because Jim just assumed it was magic related. Or Westview oddity related. Either way, he was going to have to find a reliable source to nudge Sherr towards. Herself, too, but only one of them was having an actual struggle with their affliction currently. She only moved back into his space once it was his face again, a pleased smirk. “Try and stay like this until then. Stay mine, hm?” Perhaps those words would help him stay focused. It wasn’t as if it was untrue either. Then she sprung up to her feet, tugging Sherrinford’s hand. “Get up. I’m not even hungry anymore. Take me out for clothes. It’ll be like a new disguise. We can tell people I’m Jim’s younger and obviously attractive younger sister.” — “Yeah maybe.” He agreed, rubbing the back of his neck with a small frown. He was struggling with the hows, it was true, but for the moment only letting Jim see and help him at least a little bit? Felt right. So, too, did Jim’s words and he brightened instantly at them, bright grin forming as he nodded eagerly. Stumbling to his feet, however, he laughed a bit, shaking his head in amusement. But linked their fingers together with a small shrug. “Fine” He teased, rolling his eyes dramatically and letting Jim lead the way, more than pleased. ~~ “I’ll need a name,” she mused aloud, almost skipping as she led them back to their room in the manor. “What do I look like to you that would fit?” Jim stepped into their bathroom and inspected herself better in the mirror. “I’d bet my mother would have liked a name like Emilia,” she muttered to herself and now suddenly faced with a better reflection. She could see features of her mother more in the feminine features and she sighed at this, wondering why almost every single time something happened she ended up reminded of family. Maybe that was why she turned and came back out to Sherr in a towel and pointed gaze before strutting to the closet. “Emilia. That shall be my name until we decide to share,” Jim explained while rifling through hung suits. — Trailing after, he merely raised an eyebrow and settled at the edge of their bed, leaning back on his hands as the other ducked in and out and to rifle through clothes and the like. “Sure thing, boss.” He agreed, not in the mood to argue. If anything his thoughts were full of how to’s and figuring out how to shift at will and what it would take to. Absently watching her rifle through clothes a moment, gaze soft as he relaxed slightly. “Still think you’d look better in mine, honestly.” Or big oversized anything to hide the olders form. A spike of possessiveness running through him at the thought as he settled further onto the bed, gaze drifting from Jim toward the ceiling knowing the other would likely be debating for a while. ~~ She had pulled down a suit that maybe could work for the brief walk to the department store but Sherr’s words make her stop and she drapes it over her arm. She turns, tilting her head and asks, “Your clothes?” The draped suit gets rehung up and she walks back over to cross arms over the towel. Jim forces a smile and says, “Give me your shirt then.” — He’d, mostly, been thinking aloud and hadn’t really expected Jim to take his suggestion seriously. So the words had him sitting back up, wide eyed in confusion briefly. Hesitating only a moment, before he darted to his side of the room and, peering at his own clothes, plucked the softest looking shirt he could spot. “Could work, never know.” He tried, shrugging a little. More than curious about the idea of seeing Jim in his own shirts and being..well. Normal, really. ~~ Even though she took the shirt he procured for her, she frowned at it and tossed it on the bed. “I said your shirt, not a shirt of yours.” She gestured to him and said, “That one.” She sat down on the bed, crossing her arms again and silently waited with a raised brow. She may not have a lot of the same ‘oomph’ of an angry expression or tone, but she at least could still be very mouthy and direct. — “O-oh.” Frowning down at himself and absently plucking at his shirt a moment before looking back up with the raise of an eyebrow. It felt like a game, one of which he was sure there was no win situation but he shrugged regardless and moved to tug it off without a further fight. Playfully draping it over the other with an amused grin Before flopping back down on the bed, settling to watch her, all thoughts about shifting and how gone for the moment. ~~ Pleased with this, she pulled the shirt with an appreciative nod and dropped the towel entirely. Jim never had too much a sense of shame and held some modesty, but this body didn’t feel quite like hers yet. Plus, she knew Sherrinford was bound to turn a new shade of red in the time it took for her to pull the shirt on. But she pulled the shirt on and let it drop. Sherr was right. It was long on her. “Christ, it’s already like a dress,” she laughed. “Shall I wear your jeans too?” She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head and wandering back over to the closet. — Gaze growing wide, he did turn a bright shade and his gaze quickly flickered away frantically. Before settling on a corner of the room as he frowned a little. Thankful, at least, when he looked back to see the older dressed and shook his head a little at the question. Trousers the older would have to sort out herself and he’d no doubt Jim would figure it out on her own. “Told you.” He offered gently, slowly getting to his feet to wander and half lean against the wall, watching the older silently, hands folded between the wall and his back as he lingered, staring openly at how right the other looked to him in his clothes ~~ “Not the kind I want though.” Jim wanted something to wear to work, something professional that said I’m in charge. She knew exactly what she wanted and it wasn’t going to be so…flowy, like Sherr’s shirt on her. “But thank you. This is mine now,” she explained, a swift nod as she dug for a pair of shorts that hopefully wouldn’t be too horrendous of a choice. “I’ll have to wear something home. Unless,” she trailed off, rolling her eyes and feigning innocence. “Someone would like to take me to dinner and cause a stir…” — He figured it would be the case. That was what the other had wanted their eventual outing for, after all. He didn’t mind, not really. Mostly he was enjoying being close to Jim, no matter the reason. Shrugging at her words, his gaze flickered, continuing to dart away and back again, as if not sure he was allowed to watch the other. The words, however, had him raise an eyebrow but shrug once more. “I do like taking you to dinner.” He pointed out, slowly pushing off the wall and drifting closer, breath almost stuck in his throat as he risked agreeing, not knowing what plans the other was thinking up but knowing for a fact they’d be fun enough to carry out. ~~ “I won't even take it off your punch card.” Because that was still a thing that Jim was waiting for Sherr to spring on her. She wasn't sure how she'd approach that quite yet so the time to preemptively process it was good. She smirked, leaning up on her toes and flicking his nose lightly. “Naughty man. Taking out the sister of your…” Jim frowned. She really boxed herself in on that one and dipped to a frown before clearing her throat and spinning around, purposefully whipping her hair as if that was going to prove a point somehow. — If anything, he was saving the card for special occasions. Ones he deemed special anyway, which so far hadn’t come up, given them both time to figure it out. For the moment, however, he was more interested in the older and chuckled slightly at her words, the teasing. “Well, I am a criminal.” He teased back, pushing off the wall gently and drifting closer. “We're known to be bad and all.” He added in a mockingly ‘spooky’ tone. Reaching, he gently wound a few golden locks between his fingers, playfully tugging them gently before his gaze met Jim’s with amusement. ~~ “Mhm. Very bad,” she offered, doing her best to hold back her laughter. Jim even went so far as to cover her mouth with a hand and shook her head. The tug on her hair was a distraction for that, at least. It sparked an idea and Jim said through a grin, “Put a shirt on before I decide I'd rather stay in so you can pull my hair.” That was a likely eventual activity for later, seeing as how Jim had it swirling her mind pleasantly. — “You’re the worst, boss.” His tone was soft, warm even. Clearly teasing the older as he gently tugged blonde locks once more before leaning in to steal a soft kiss. Still, he knew not to get in the way of plans, regardless of how often and quick Jim changed them. Instead, he pulled away to do just that, tugging a shirt on and grabbing a lighter hoodie to tug on over that as well. “Where were we going, anyway? Shops I mean?” He questioned, curious now as he slowly drifted back toward the older criminal and reaching, linked his hand inside of Jims, letting them swing between them, waiting for the older to lead the way whenever she was ready ~~ She nabbed shoes, which were going to look very silly for the brief time and hopefully not be awful to walk in before turning to catch Sherr putting his hoodie on and frowning. The alternate plan was a good one but she needed to stick on task. “That big department store. It's the only place to find acceptable clothing. I'll drop at the tailor later if I have to.” For once, Jim was glad to have Sherr holding her hand and at her side. So when she inevitably tripped over the ill fitting men's shoes, there's be no injuries. It was a lot of slow walking to the department store and once inside, Jim told Sherr to stay at the fitting rooms in a chair while she wrangled an employee with a promise of a large quiet for help. —- It might have taken a while to actually get to said store, but he was strangely enjoying the walk. Their hands swinging gently between them the entire walk, and only stopping to help the older not fall on her face every so often. Of course while most blokes would have cringed at having to settle in a seat, to wait let alone be anywhere near fashion? Sherr didn’t mind one bit, it felt a bit nice to actually be wanted as he flopped down in one of the chairs, leaning back against his seat casually and watching the older rope some poor sap into what would likely be entire racks of clothes. “Should get her a bunch of red ones, mate.” He offered in amusement. ~~ There was a story because of course there was. She told them she needed help with a new wardrobe because of a tragic accident and promised to leave them a tip, even though technically they weren't allowed. A wink and ‘i won't tell if you don't’ went a long way. All sorts of things were grabbed and hustled into a fitting room. The person aiding suggested a red dresses because apparently her man mentioned it. She laughed behind the door, likely audible to anyone outside. It took a moment of looking at the reflection and realizing yes, still her. Still Jim. Just different parts. “What do you think?” She stepped out in the red dress that hid absolutely nothing. Actually, Jim didn't think she could stash a knife or even a piece of paper if she tried. She tugged it just a little further down her thigh and said, “Business or pleasure appropriate?” —- Sherr had, mostly, been joking but as usual Jim surprised him, and hadn’t tossed out the rack of glittering red things when it was wheeled past him. Shifting to sit up a little with only the mildest of worry on his features at this, he frowned slightly at the laugh that echoed out even to him a bit. He froze, however, when the other was emerging, trying and likely failing to not stare as his jaw dropped a moment. “Blimey.” Was all he could muster. Not because it was awful or anything of the sort, but because the sight had all his thoughts swimming in vastly different directions. The question only had his face flushing a light pink as he stammered a moment. “Um, c-could be good for both, I guess.” He offered softly. All the teasing and boldness gone from him briefly as he stared openly. ~~ “Careful Sherr,” she warned. “Your face might match the dress in a moment and you're meant to stay calm.” She eyed the passing worker and raised a brow in silent warning. It wouldn't be very fun to explain though it made her wonder if those even outside of the ones that were pulled into Westview, individuals that already had been living here dealt with the oddities or the repercussions. “How about, hm…” She stopped by a long mirror and said, “This one for you and all the others for everything else.” Jim smirked, finding his reaction amusing. It wasn't as if she could pull these out often when she was a man. ‘Ill wear this to dinner.” — “I am calm.” He offered slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from the older. At least, he didn’t feel like he would change into any other faces currently, mostly the sniper was just overwhelmed and..well. Distracted, really. Gulping, and turning a lighter shade of red he nodded. Trying to seem casual as he shrugged. “S-sure thing, boss.” He offered softly, leg bouncing nervously as he watched the older silently for a long moment, absently rubbing his face to get the red to fade. ~~ She turned to eye over him carefully, only somewhat suspicious. “You say that but…hm. I don’t know.” And thankfully, she wasn’t testing out any shoes yet so she crossed over briefly to breach his space, leaning in and offering a gentle reminder. “Not boss. I don’t look like him, right?” A small smirk at this and she leaned to kiss the tip of his nose, hoping to fluster him further before going back into the dressing room to finish trying things on. — Just as he’d started to get over the heat on his face, the older was moving closer, in his space and smiling at him. Sure, she had a point, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dizzy with thoughts-good and bad-as he stared hopelessly and stammered a moment. “Yes. I mean. No.” He managed, sucking in a breath as if to calm himself down and get his thoughts back in order and focus. He could do this, Jim played pretend all the time with people so why couldn’t he? “Do you need help or..?” He tried in a soft tone. ~~ The offer of help has her pausing, turning to raise a brow at the door. A generous offer, sure; but it wasn't one she couldn't accept. Jim laughs and is glad he's outside of the small space as she changes into a pair of dress pants and a blouse. “It's very sweet of you to offer. I don't think it's a good idea though.” Louder so the workers and other patrons can hear, to purposefully try and fluster him, she says, “You can be awfully handy.” Let me just finish and we’ll go for lunch.” |