Rauly’s face immediately saddened to that of a puppy dog as soon as Grey started showing signs of disapproval of his idea. The glumness was seeping through his entire body as he started to slouch into the cot, only to perk up almost instantly as soon as he heard him agree to one part of the plan. He knew he could convince him further into it once he met with Felicia. “Great! Let’s go!” He jumped off the cot and ran past Grey towards his door, but not before grabbing his wrist first and dragging him out with him in his hastened pace. If they get there quickly, that’s less time he’s got to change his mind, at least that’s how Rauly saw it.<br/><br/>————————————<br/><br/><a class="js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/04f239ba-7346-42c7-b2c1-2463acec1992-jpeg.4084/" target="_blank">
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</a><br/>A bob-haired brunette sat at the counter of her little dress shop, drumming her fingers on the surface as she stared at her phone. She was quite pretty, petite in stature, only about 5’ tall, but held herself high as a lady should, like a pretty lily among the swamp that is Wall Market. She knew she was pretty, too. She wanted the rest of Midgar to look and feel the way she did. That’s why she opened this shop. Her father was a tailor, and she had so many ideas of designs, she couldn’t pass up the chance to make a business of it.<br/><br/><i>Hey Fel! Can you do me a favor? I got a friend that needs to get gussied up. Can you help?</i><br/><br/>Her green eyes scanned the words on her phone. Felicia always felt hesitant in helping Rauly. They had a past, not a very good one, but he’s always been a good friend. Nibbling on the sleeve of her vintage, off-the-shoulder, cotton blouse, nervously, she responded back.<br/><br/><i>Sure Rauly. Come on by. I’m at the store until 9.<br/>
</i><br/>She sighed as she sat down on the stool behind the counter, placing her phone down and just stared. What did she get herself into? That bumbling idiot always messed something up in her store. He’d never mean it, of course, but he always scared away her customers....when she has any. She clicked her tongue at the thought of how slow it’d been all that day. At the very least, she could convince him to pay her for her services. At least then the day wouldn’t have been a complete waste.<br/><br/>She got up from her chair and headed into the primping/dressing room in the back right corner of her store, passing all her and her father’s creations: purple sequined performance dresses, little black cocktail dresses, flowing gowns of blue and white, even a few colorfully patterned kimonos. Inside the dressing room, she grabbed from a bottom drawer her makeup kit and brought it back to the front of the store, gingerly placing the large box onto the counter.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as she had opened the toolbox-esque container had the door to her shop opened with a bright ring. She turned around with her kindest smile and greeted the new customer, “Hello! Welcome to-...Rauly!? I just texted you a few minutes ago! Were you just hanging out my shop like a creep again?” She gave him a suspicious look as she placed her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>Rauly just scratched at the back of his head embarassedly, “ha ha..ah nah, I was a bit further away. I just got a little excited, I guess, and ran here. Anyway,” he stepped further inside and edged away from the doorway to let his new friend into the little dress shop, “this is Grey.”<br/><br/>Fel smiled sweetly and put her hand out to shake, wanting to be as kind as she could to Rauly’s friend, though his friends were usually quite strange, and he didn’t seem to be any different. She could barely see him with his hood up. What kind of trouble was he getting her into now, and who is this weirdo that he picked up? “Ahem, hello there Mr. Grey. It’s nice to meet you.” Her smile quivered a bit, unsure of how she felt about this mysteriously shrouded figure.