The Encounter Table Oneshots

They Shop for Him

Scott x Dex

Dex looked at the back of Scotts head, the city of Bagastan, had opened his eyes to these strangers around him, and one thing he quickly noted was Scott wasn't what he was made out to be, after being swaddled in that blanket, it wasn't something he could easily erase from his mind. How could he?

Feeling his stomach tighten, Dex psychically shivered, not from disgust, but from the on going flips his stomach was creating, the butterflies that blossomed and fluttered about. This was something he hadn't Encountered all too often, if at all. Walking behind the rather tall druid, Dex started looking around, tailor shops, hat shops, equipment stock, bakeries, all of the amazing things around them that would easily play into their hands in the future.

Walking up to Scott who was in the middle of a conversation with Preston about weither or not Chili was a soup or a stew, Preston arguing that it was a soup while Scott was insisting that it was a stew. "Bug off, crooked, Scottie and I are going shopping," Dex declared as he wrapped his arms around Scotts arm and hugged it to his chest as if he was a needy child.

"Excuse me!" Preston began to argue but Dex looked back at him.

"Chili is in fact a stew and if you wanna fight, we'll do so after I take Scott with me somewhere," Dex shot back, "why don't you and Clarissa find a tavern or something," Dex waved them on and all while Scott was in the process of protesting, Dex lifted his head and looked up at him wickedly.

"What are we... Doing?" Scott asked both wildly concerned but also confused as Dex began dragging him through the shopping center, so the question came out as a whisper, as if this was something secretive that he might have forgot about.

While the pair walked away, Clarissa glanced at Preston and grabbed onto his jacket as he headed toward the tavern but Clarissa pulled him back toward the Harriet Mongoose Inn. "But-!" Preston stomped once before the fighter pointed.

"I am not taking care of yet another drunk, who throws up because he's a lightweight, Preston," Clarissa folded her arms much like a mother would to a stubborn child.

"Fine!" Preston stomped before marching to the Inn, complaining under his breath as Clarissa walked behind him, suddenly feeling like a bodyguard.

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"Again, Dex, where are we going?" Scott asked while they rounded a corner and Dex stopped before looking at Scott with a warm smile and doe eyes.

"We're going shopping!" Dex clapped and Scott backed up from the cat.

"Why? Why are we shopping? I tend to go with Clarissa," Scott found himself anxiously scratching at the side of his thumb with his index finger.

Dex's gaze softened, "well, because you've kind of been busy taking care of everybody else, and making sure that we are all okay, and I think you need to unwind too, and what better way to do it than with your buddy ol' pal, Dex-y boy," Dex started seriously before he grinned toward the end of his answer as he gently jabbed his thumb to his heart like he was a proud Boy Scout.

Scott's hand dropped down to his side as he looked at Dex with eyes that weren't quite readable, mulling over all the possible outcomes but this wasn't the answer he was expecting, nobody seemed to follow his leadership, everybody is still chaotic even up to this point, "I-I mean, I mean I guess," he lifted his hand up and massaged the nape of his neck.

Dex grabbed onto Scott's hand and walked towards a tailor, "I know I bust your chops a lot bud, but don't think we don't see it, you're the one cleanin' us up when we are drunk off our asses, you try what you think is right for the team, you put yourself in the back just to make sure we are all okay," Dex patted the taller boys shoulder before he rushed Scott inside and looked for one of the working tailors, surprisingly it was a woman wearing a long striped sleeve with a vet over top and matching trousers.

'Purrfect!' Dex thought as he shoved Scott ever so slightly toward her, "Good day!" Dex said as he caught her attention, her glasses dipping on the bridge of her nose, her ears extra pointy, and her haired pulled back into a blonde bun, "my buddy Tippy Twoshoes, here has been looking for a new wardrobe, you see-"

"And who are you? Who's paying? Is there a type of style your looking for Mr. Twoshoes?" The woman asked.

Scott glanced down at Dex with anxious eyes but Dex only patted his shoulder, "whatever my dear friend here wants, he gets, I'll be back shortly!" Dex said with a cheery tone as he skipped out the door, his tail flicking side to side happily.

Scott glanced at the woman with scared eyes, 'why am I so scared, it's just a life or death game, right? No harm, no foul, just a game... just a game...' he thought to himself as he inhaled.

"My name is Marjorie, now what type of fabric would work best for you?" She asked as she gestured toward a more quiet and calm area, and began taking length measurements.

Scott trembled at the thought, Clarissa was the only one who knew, maybe if he told these NPC's that he was trans, maybe when he got back to the real world it would become easier, "uh... I'm not fully a guy," he looked at the elf with eyes of fear, "so, uhm, bigger clothes from the men's side, would be appreciated," he began scratching at the side of this thumb once more before Marjorie grabbed onto his hand with a smile only a mother could have painted on her features.

"Of course dear, you are my client after all, what you want to make you feel as you want, is what I want for you," she patted the tops of Scott's shoulders as she wandered off to find some clothing that she could find appropriate for such a request.

Scott fidgeted in his spot before he looked up as soon as the bell to the store rung and relaxation overcame him when he saw that Dex was back, looking around with a hint of worry, before spotting him and smiled as he rushed over, shoving his hands into the hoodie given to him.

"Where'd you go?" Scott asked.

"Oh nowhere, I went to go see where Clarissa and Preston went so we could head straight back when we have to leave," Dex said as he looked around for the elf lady-tailor, "so, did you find anything?" He asked.

"Not yet," Scott mumbled just as Marjorie returned with arms full of clothing.

"Try all of these on Mr. Twoshoes," she said as Dex snickered that she was still using the fake last name, "close the curtain and try them on and once you walk out, your friend here will help you decide which one works best.

Scott nodded his head as he stepped inside the changing room and he began removing his clothes, all while Dex sat down in a comfortable chair, removing his hands from the hoodie and holding onto what seemed to be tape, a perfect gift for Scott one day, not today, but eventually.

Slinking his hands and tape back into his pocket, Scott walked out wearing a dark blue button-up with a white vest and black trousers, "well?" Scott asked and Dex grinned.

"Do you like it?" Dex asked and Scott's eyes beamed with joy for the first time this entire trip.

"It feels amazing," Scott looked at Marjorie with clasped her hands together with a proud smile.

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So before that one episode :)

I love it so much! So much cute, thank you JemtheKiwi for the ideas!

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