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Taking guesses on the colour of my heart.

I need something to wear.

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bit goth for you, isn't it?

for anything in particular? and are you sure you want to ask me? i wore camouflage for 5 years freddie.

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Hm no, I couldn't go goth. Too many hugs as a child.

There's a masquerade. You should come, it looks like it's going to be full of lonely rich old men and free tiny sandwiches. But first you should come shopping. You need something that won't blend into the bushes. I need something painfully expensive that won't show stains when I return it the morning after.

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jesus christ freddie

i apparently cannot resist a shopping trip so when and where?

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This afternoon? Two? And I was hoping you'd tell me. If you wanted to buy a designer dress, where would you go? Classy, not slutty.

Not too slutty.

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i can take you to where i got my white dress for that other fancy party the reps threw a few months back?

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Think they'll make my size?

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we can find out. if not, there's a shit load of places across town.

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Perfect. Come and help me pick out something pretty.

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done and done. meet me in town?

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Of course.

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[log or action tho]

>action

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[Seeing as Freddie doesn't actually know what shop Jem got her white dress from (or entirely remember what dress that is) the assigned meeting place is somewhere more familiar to both of them. Freddie's standing outside dipping the last of a small bag of fries into chinese sauce when he spots Jem through the afternoon shoppers and raises a hand.]

Decided not to stay off carbs for the fitting.

chips and curry sauce before 10pm rly freddie

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[She shakes her head on arrival; she can smell the curry sauce and if her stomach does a pathetic twist of envious hunger, she ain't saying so. She knows better; carbs after dress shopping. Or something. ]

Don't blame me if your dress is too big on the night.

[Which, actually: ] Why a dress, by the way?

he do what he wants

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[Right, Jem, Right. He offers the remains of the bag out anyway - salty and delicious?]

I'll buy one with room to grow. And it's a masquerade. [Doesn't that make it obvious? No?] My face is too nice to hide. I'm going to have to disguise the rest of me.

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[Jem snorts and absolutely takes the bag to finish them off. ] Very modest . Ta.

[She nods her head, starts to walk and expects him to follow.] So are you doing Marylin or Audrey Hepburn fancy here?

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Can't help the truth, Jememy.

[It isn't easy being beautiful. He doesn't follow, but catches up and rests an arm round her shoulder as they walk.]

Blondes have more fun. I was thinking a black dress, fur coat no knickers sort of thing. So how've you been?

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Yeah, alright. Got in a massive fight with my brothers boyfriend, got a boyfriend, sort of. Oh - I have a cat now.

[sweet beautiful angel kitten. ]

How've you been? And are you sure you want to go with no knickers? Might get a draft.

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Heard about the brother, took him home the other night. Didn't hear about the boyfriend though. Yours, I mean.

[Doesn't care about the cat? Sorry, Jem.]

So who is he? And don't worry, I can handle a stiff breeze.

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[She grimaces. ] Was he in a bit of a state?

[she bets that he was. ] I didn't even mean to text Kieren about it. Christ.

[idly distracted, she deflates a little. boyfriendo is gonna have to wait; too busy worrying about big bro.]

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Even before I bought him quite a lot of shots. [Freddie darts a glance across at her, then shrugs.] Actually, he was better after.

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[A beat, then she snorts. ] Family tradition, getting hammered when we're upset.

[Or maybe just a sibling tradition. She gives Freddie a side long glance. ] You take good care of him?

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[For a moment his face can't quite settle on an expression, before he apparently decides on innocently blank. Too bad any attempt at innocence on Freddie's face is a dead giveaway.]

We were certainly careful.

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Freddie! [She's scandalized; so scandalized that she thwaps him right in the side with her elbow. Very gently; not hard at all. At least she's lifted out of dejected right into playful. ] Don't tell me anything else. I saw him with a hickie once, it was enough for the imagination.

[she's going to have a meltdown the day she sees those dick pics. ANOTHER BEAT.] You can tell me about Raven Reyes though.

[Sly, sly, sly. ] And then I'll tell you about my probably-boyfriend. [so many pauses for dramatic effect. ] And some other stuff.

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It cheered him up, that's all I'm saying.

[And perhaps caused a touch of guilt, but Freddie's all about the moment. Besides, it's not everyone he takes home and listens to their boyfriend woes, that has to be worth a little fun in trade. Both eyebrows arch when she mentions Raven though. That was a little while ago.]

Maybe you should tell me what Raven Reyes has been telling you. I feel violated, which, honestly I usually enjoy. [He grins.] Other stuff?