emotions suck - crygi

small world

/ this chapter has one kinda lewd scene, but im definitely not getting to the fucking just yet. just get ready for a bit of teasing this time around \

"Have you seen those green heels anywhere?" Crystal calls out, her voice muffled by the toothbrush between her lips. She is hectically going through the two sets of pearl-ish shoe cabinets, that already happened to be a mess before Crystal even set one hand in there. It's filled with the same elegant and lavish four-inch heels obviously owned by Gigi, and then just a few brightly colored boots and heels with a very obvious keeper.

"Oh my god, Crystal" Gigi calls back from the entrance of her bedroom, adjusting an orange tote bag right on her hip. "I'm gonna make sure you're not leaving in a pink-green combo again"

She checks out Crystal from her room, and pretends to wince at the sight of her and that outfit.

"Gigi! Please! Not this morning!" Crystal pretends to whine as she sets the toothbrush on top of the cabinet. Crystal wonders what fucking magic lamp she rubbed to get all that confidence, and if she still has it lying around somewhere.

Crystal likes to think that this happens every morning as they're going out, but in reality, Gigi keeps her opinion mainly to herself. Even though she's very much into fashion, she just lets her judgment build up and go out on a fine Sunday morning just like this.

Gigi grunts as she hovers from the doorway to Crystal. Her burnt orange boots click against the wooden floor, making up for the lack of really every noise in the apartment.

"Just come with me" Gigi sighs as she reaches Crystal.

Crystal's very much on the fence as to whether she's flirting, or just being helpful. She just got the denim jacket on her shoulders as Gigi gripped her hand and set their way towards none other than Gigi's own room.

Gigi's bedroom is exactly what you would expect from her. A white queen size bed, with a neatly placed pillow or two. A huge closet with more clothes than anyone could wish for, and even a few clothing racks mainly consisting of dresses for their evenings out. A few pictures on her nightstand back from Illinois (that prom dress was a choice, but a beautiful one. Gigi truly was the prettiest girl at the ball even with those braces). Really no other decoration, especially now that she had to sell her sewing machine and vanity so they could afford rent. Don't worry, we'll get you new ones when we start getting tipped well again. Though Gigi convinced herself that Crystal wasn't lying, they both know that it's going to be a long time until they could even start considering some new stuff in her room. And hell, getting ready in the bed is comfortable. The vanity is very much pointless for now.

"What's the plan?" Crystal sounds out from the doorway, and watches as Gigi sits down on her bed and crosses her legs smoothly.

"Just go through my closet. We're having brunch in 30-"

"Brunch?!" Crystal roars, with an astonished look on her face. She really thinks that her jaw went all the way down to the floor in that expression.

"Yes! Brunch! We need to have a bonding moment out of work for once" Gigi commands, while looking at Crystal as threateningly as she can. She needs to get her point across one way or another.

"I hate brunch and you know that" Crystal sighs with a pouty face, as she moves to the opening of Gigi's closet.

"Get's used to it, bitch" Gigi laughs behind her.

Gigi's closet is the perfect blend of almost everything. No one else's wardrobe has such a striking mix of everything from jet black fur coats to garish multicolor patterned jeans, and even if someone did, absolutely nobody could make it work like her. Though it reminds Crystal of her own clothes, there's still a fine line between Paris fashion week and the back of a Goodwill clearance wrack.