<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fgm5IMb.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Yuki Katsura Bridal Store (Outlet)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Leasick<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>From Bride to Club Girl<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Club Dress (https://i.imgur.com/ERzFVhw.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>A small frown came over Mallory’s face when Leasick mentioned his borrowed time, knowin full well what the man was going through. She was one of the people that looked after his vitals, and to see how he was progressing with the arm that was now attached to his body. At times when they were having a session, she was used to talking to him both formally, and casually; casually was the usual tone, as that was just what Leasick was more comfortable with.<br/><br/>“Mm, that is true though. Might as well do the things that you would want to do, than to regret not doing them later on.”  She wouldn’t put stress on the time that he had left, because that was anything but civil. For once in the time they had been together, Mallory relaxed herself and gave a smile at Leasick’s words, looking to him as he chuckled.<br/><br/>“Even if it wasn’t something I was expecting, I’ll admit it was different than what I was used to.”<br/><br/>She didn’t specifically say it was bad, however.<br/><br/>As she waited for Leasick to help unzip the dress so that she could finally get out of it, the two were silent or a few moments, letting the time pass. The dress slowly came undone, and Mallory couldn’t help but notice the faint feeling of someone trailing along her back; was it just her? Leasick had gotten quite quiet as well, and as the silence continued, her heart began to beat faster. Hammering against her chest like a drum, she turned to look at the man behind her, listening to his reasoning behind keeping the photo.<br/><br/>“A souvenir?”  Her eyes looked back into his own, seeing the knowing look, bittersweet in their look. Neither of them wanted to talk more about that subject, to talk about the reality of the man’s situation. With the arm that was attached to him, somewhat keeping him alive, it also was slowly killing him. He wouldn’t be able to live a long life by what SOPHE had been researching, but...Mallory didn’t want to believe that. “Leasick...”<br/><br/>She looked away for the moment, a hint of a blush along her cheeks.<br/><br/>“It’s fine. You’re gonna live a long life, trust me.”  In some way of wanting to comfort him, she turned to look back at him, a hint of a smile across her lips. “That souvenir of yours will just be proof of a practice run until the real thing.”  It was then that the door opened back up, revealing the attendant, dress in hand.<br/><br/>“I have returned, with a dress I’m sure would be perfect! I’m sure you and your guests will love it for the party.” Mallory blinked for a moment when the attendant mentioned this, before she looked back at Leasick; she had almost forgotten to check up in the others to see what their progress was like.<br/><br/>Most notably she would need to contact Ryusei, to make sure Kyless had done anything too crazy. She would have to apologize to her brother for sticking him with Kyless, and she’d even have to talk to Kyless. It wasn’t fair to drop her off on someone when she had dealing with her own problems.<br/><br/>“Hey, do you mind texting the others? Might as well see if any of them want to meet up?”  By now some of them must have gotten some clothes; at least she was getting ready to get some. Moving into the changing room with attendant in tow to help with the expensive wedding dress (and lingerie), Mallory slipped into the dress in question. It was quite beautiful, but it was certainly something she was sure was more for wedding purposes.<br/><br/>Maybe people wouldn’t care, considering the club scene was different then average everyday parties.<br/><br/>Finally changing into the dress, Mallory moved out of the changing room, the attendant once again leaving the room; Leasick must have texted the others quickly, but maybe not reply have come yet?<br/><br/>“What do you think?”  She honestly was asking for an opinion, because she wasn’t sure what worked for a dance club, and what didn’t.  “Club outfits aren’t really my thing...”