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“i wouldn’t call his questioning ridiculous” ezra said, walking alongside ronnie to the little studio, “i mean, if a guy like me showed up to hang out with my daughter, i’d probably give him a grilling too.” he paused, raising an eyebrow as he thought about what he’d just said, “i mean, not that i’m planning on having a daughter, but, you know.” he added, glancing around the room before setting his own bag down and beginning to pull his own tools and supplies from it. “don’t we always?” he said, shooting her a smirk before shaking his head, “i don’t know, i think i’m going to have to improvise today.”

    “or some people just have bad taste.” rion suggested unapologetically and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. she’d been planning a trip to the town’s thrift store sometime this week anyways, when they had their bag sale. ronnie tagging along wouldn’t be the worst thing, but if rion was a coffee drinker she’d down a few cups before meeting up with her to feel like she could keep up. “yeah, that needs to stay in the 80′s. but bell bottoms, that’s something i wouldn’t mind coming back around.” 

     “ neon green ? i won’t lie, i kind of love it. definitely ahead of its time. ” she lets her smile widen into giggles, before simmering down. “ i can’t even blame my parents, they were too busy to notice most things.  — i got this huge dragon tattoo on my thigh when i was sixteen, i kept it from my mom for four years. ” despite the contents of her speech, she remains lighthearted, looking through the clothing racks. “ oh, that’s, well, cute. ” she’s a little doubtful, but willing to try, taking the cardigan in her hands. “ should i try it with these pants ? ” she gestures towards the baggy mom jeans she’s wearing, a rip on the left knee.

– “IT’S GOOD PRACTICE ANYWAY, someday it might be true, ” paige offers, a touch of wishful thinking but she doesn’t really mind it. “ ronnie…are you kidding ? VERONICA is a total rich girl name, it’s like the og rich girl name, please. but other than that, i think…georgina ? jacqueline ? victoria ? irene ? anything that sounds kind of stuffy, ” paige offers, “ not that your name sounds stuffy…though it does a little, ” she giggles. she walks into the dressing room to try on the dress and the little chiffon number is not exactly paige’s usual style, but she does feel like someone else in it. so, she steps out of the dressing room, giving a little twirl. “ yes ? or…is it too much ? ” 

the thought of ronnie taking this so seriously, that she was going to waste her time on something for sofia was crazy. it was just a color that she didn’t look good in, was it really that important? “fine, name your price. remember, funds are limited right now, so don’t think of something too crazy. deal.”

“what? why wouldn’t i be? obviously there’s a lot more i hoped i’d have done before i turned twenty three but who doesn’t love a challenge?”

“hmm, i get told quite often that i’m quite a calm person. i don’t like to get angry or mad unless absolutely necessary. and i like to think i’m creative....open minded...,”

“i went to a farm once and literally tripped and fell into a pile of shit..., i could’ve died!”

“wouldn’t that be kind of disrespectful to answer?”

“no? have you seen me? purple just doesn’t work,” she told the other in full honesty. she might’ve trusted ronnie, but not to the point where she’d change her whole wardrobe. with a loud and over-dramatic sigh, “fine, whatever. if you can find me something, i’ll owe you big cause the odds are against you.”

ezra raised an eyebrow at her enthusiasm, always surprised by how happy she seemed to be to see him, a feeling only really replicated by those he was delivering to. only the thing he was offering ronnie was his own company, and he wasn’t sure that warranted such a bright response. still, he returned her grin with a smile of his own, walking into the house and looking around, “good to see you too, ronnie” he said, hands deep in his pockets, “is your dad home?” he asked, glancing down the hallway. he figured it was best to be respectful and say hello to the man. he knew that staying on his good side was basically the only way he and ronnie could continue these little sessions, and despite being so far off from the way he’d usually spend his time, these moments were little pockets of light in an otherwise very dim life.

Kane’s clothing were mostly all second hand items he got at thrift shops, or hand me downs he got from friends. It wasn’t often that he went to the mall to get new threads for himself, but after a good week of tips, he figured it would be good to treat himself. He was perusing some of the shirts in the men’s section when someone spoke to him, and he looked up. Kane smiled and shrugged lightly. Maybe purple would bring house his hazel eyes a bit. “Um… I guess? What would you recommend? I’m not even sure what I’m looking for, really. Something I can wear with jeans or with dressier pants, I guess? Nothing too expensive, though,” he added.

“i’d look like i was five years old, you can’t deny that, ronnie.” there was no way that the girl was ever going to get her in that color. sure, she trusted her, especially with help picking out clothes, but anything but purple. “no, it’s not. catch me next month still not accepting whatever purple atrocity you try and bring me.”

– “OKAY, DEAL, I LOVE MAKING OCCASIONS!” paige beams, finding ronnie’s energy exciting and infectious. this is why she loves hanging out with her, not afraid of spontenaity. even if she’s not a fancy dress kind of gal, she can be one for the night ! “ let’s get dressed up NICE and pretend we’re rich and do whatever the fuck we want, ” paige agrees, “ we can even come up with aliases or…clever backstories. ” that’s her favorite part. “ let me go try this on ! ” she exclaims, ducking into the back room.