misterbrief | 11th Taunt

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11th Taunt | Action

Arriving back in Luceti, he returns home, genuinely happy for a change. Because all the hard work has finally paid off. A brown, long monkey tail pokes out of a hole he's created in the seat of his pants, a reward he's been seeking since he found out it was possible. He felt stronger with it. Now he could reach his maximum potential, a level of power he hasn't had access to since he arrived here. He keeps his tail unwrapped, not feeling any danger of having it grabbed or cut off.

But, the tail comes with its own problems. Problems he hasn't had to worry about in thirty years...

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A:

[In the morning, he's headed right for the Clothing Shop, getting new pants for the moment with holes in it for his tail. On the way, he seems to be walking normally, tail bobbing behind him, but he's still a little wobbly. So much that out of the blue, he loses his balance...and crashes, right into you. Or maybe he didn't crash into you, maybe you were just walking by when he started to faceplant and his tail instinctively just wrapped around your arm and took you with him on accident. Or maybe he's hanging onto you by his tail because you are heavy enough not to get dragged down.]

B:

[All that shopping has made him sort of hungry, so he heads to Seventh Heaven to get a bite to eat, mowing down food like a vacuum. But it won't go without something happening on the way there. That book you were reading, the coffee you were drinking, or whatever it is you've got, there's a tail wrapping around it trying to thieve it right out of your hands. He doesn't know his tail is doing that, but it's doing its own bit of exploring and wrapping around things. The Malnosso couldn't let him go home without a little bit of mischief, after all.]

C:

[After all is said and done, he's going right to the Battle Dome to test things out. Inside, those who frequent the Dome would find that the man with the golden hair isn't there today- instead there's a man covered in red fur, wild brown hair, and looking quite simian instead of human. He's going through his drills, for speed and strength, taking advantages of the shifts placed on the walls to test out the power of his ki blasts, rocking the room inside. He's coming out every hour to reset the simulation, keeping the form up. He's taller, by a grand total of two more inches, setting him at a towering 5'7''.

Though there is a point in time where he's reverted back to his base form, and he's...latched his tail in what looks like a clamp. And he's leaning forward, using his body weight to pull on it almost as if he's trying to stretch his tail. Either way, it looks painful, especially when he screams in pain, gritting his teeth. What is he doing? Who knows.]

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[Bulla looks through the racks very carefully, looking for something that's going to be comfortable enough for him without making him look like a dweeb who's trying too hard to regain his lost youth.

She finds one pair of pants for starters. They'll match several of his shirts, it's in his size, and they won't look ridiculous on him.]

There. Try these.

[He takes them, looking down. What's so different about these?]

These don't look any different than the ones I just had. This only has less pockets. [And aren't really baggy.]

They're also not baggy, but they've still got enough room for you to move around in.

[And they won't make him look like he's having a mid-life crisis...]

Go get measured for alterations and I'll pick out a couple more pairs for you while you wait.

[He gives in. He knows he's not winning this fight, huffs, and turns to go get measured.

Which in itself is awkward, but it's not like he's never been attended to naked before. The measurements are written down for him too, and he walks back out with a piece of paper in hand.]

Here. [He hands her the paper, knowing she'd need it.] I don't even know what any of those numbers mean. I hope you do.

[Bulla explains each one as she points.]

This one is for the waist, this one is for the inseam, and it looks like this one is your tail circumference with a little bit of extra room given for mobility purposes without leaving a gaping hole in your pants.

[He doesn't know how she got all that but whatever. As long as his pants fit, he doesn't care.]

Let me see what you've picked out. Just because you like them doesn't mean I will.

Have some faith, Dad. I've never steered you wrong before.

[Bulla holds up the two other pairs of pants she's selected, all made of material that will allow him reasonable freedom of movement - even the slightly dressier pair that she picked so he'll have something more suited for celebrations and other such events.

They're all pants that are more suited to a man in his late thirties to early fifties. Adult, but not something most elderly men would be found in. They don't have as many pockets and they're not as baggy, but there's still plenty of room in the legs and the material is sturdy without being itchy.]

So? What do you think?

[He takes the dressier pair of pants first from her and gives it a look over. He's making sure that they were adequate enough for him to wear, and to make sure he liked them- he couldn't be seen in public looking like a dweeb. The second pair gets a look over too, and in approval he drapes both pairs over his arm.

He doesn't get how she just knows. How does one just know what to wear like that? Earth fashion is stupid. He can't even wear what's in season because he's got to make sure it's for older men. So dumb.]

These will do. I'll have this store fix them for me, but the rest I'm leaving up to you. I'd like my training clothes finished first, if you don't mind.

...so, most of your wardrobe, then?

[She gives him a teasing grin, but there's some truth to her question. A large portion of his wardrobe is suited for training in.]

There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. So yes.

[He huffs even though he knows she's teasing. But yeah she's right. A lot of it is for him to train in since that's practically his job.]

How about you pick three pairs of pants back home to start with? If I do three per day, that should keep you from running out of clean pants to wear.

[Particularly since between those pants and the three he's getting modified now, there's always the option of just doing laundry.]

Alright. [That seemed reasonable, and as long as he's got something he doesn't care.]

[Turning, he's going to go up to the counter to have these pairs fixed for him when he sees the abomination. It's on a rack. It's a bright shade of something trying to play at being turquoise, matched with a nasty lime green. It's so hideous that even he stops to gape at it for a second. It's a track jacket straight out of the 80's.

So he goes and picks it up. And shows it to her.]

I think I'll pick this up too.

Oh. My. Gosh. I seriously hope you're kidding. That might be the ugliest jacket I've ever seen!

[It actually offends Bulla's sense of fashion.]

I wouldn't want you wearing that out in public even as a Halloween costume. Ew! Put it away before I vomit!

[There's no way he'd be caught dead wearing that jacket. But. This is totally worth it.]

I couldn't let a gem like this escape my grasp. I'll be taking it with me.

Eww! Dad, on a scale from one to ten for awful fashion, that thing is an eleven. It's a crime against fashion and the only reason it should ever exist is for target practice!

[Because ewww. Who would ever wear that?]

[He shrugs at her, and turns and starts towards the counter. Because he is taking his pants to get altered by them, and he is going to do what he needs to to try to make her believe that he's seriously walking out of the store with that jacket.

Silently, he makes his way over, placing the pants on the counter, telling the storekeep what he needs done, and without a word is heading towards the door, jacket still draped over his arm.

WILL SHE LET HIM WALK OUT WITH IT?]

Ugh, I can't believe you!

[Look out, because here comes an irritated hairflip.]

Look, Dad, there is no way I'm letting anyone I care about be seen wearing that atrocity unless there's like...a Malnosso sponsored tacky outfit day where the grand prize is giving you and five people of your choice their full powers back or something that would actually be worth being seen in that hideous thing.

[That is the only excuse ever to wear it.]

I wouldn't wear that thing even in exchange for a fully equipped shopping mall!

You make it far too easy. [He's at at the door, but her reaction is plenty for him. He holds the jacket up, and with a small flash of light it burns up into dust in his hand.] You didn't have faith in your dear old dad? [He laughs.]

And here I never thought you would utter those words. An entire shopping mall isn't worth that jacket.

[Bulla huffs in annoyance. She should have realized he was having fun at her expense.]

Well, I'd like an entire shopping mall, but it would need people willing to work at it for free and would need more people here in general and I really wouldn't wish this place on anyone I'd trust to interact with the general public anyway.

I'm sure I can find something just as good as a shopping mall around here.

[Ominous non-explanation intended]

Really? Like what?

[She doesn't completely trust that ominous non-explanation... Not when he's in a bratty mood.]

Please don't say a Battle Dome simulation.

That most certainly is better. But not what I had in mind.

[What could it beeeeee]

That most certainly is not better. I can go train in the Battle Dome any day. I haven't been to a shopping mall in over a year.

[Which is a little disturbing for her. She's celebrated not one, but two birthdays here in Luceti...]

Yes, I know. And you're not going to get one anytime soon.

[He is clearly leaving details out of what he's getting at.]

Then why would you say something just as good as a shopping mall?

[Dad, stahp.]

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