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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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M shook his head. “Not at all.” He meandered off, looking around for someone.

(THANK YOU!!!)

Alison hummed a bit as she continued to look through shirts. She found some nice blues that he would look good in, as well as a few grays and a red. The red was probably a long shot, but it was worth a try.

(Lmao)

M poked his head out of the dressing room area, then wandered over to the front desk. No one. Not even a tiny trickle of a thought.
“Hey there!” A sudden voice exclaimed. “How may I help you?”
M started and screamed, whipping around, his eyes rounded and wide. His heart was racing and thumping a tattoo into his neck.

Alison's head shot up at the scream. Was that M? Why would he scream, though?

The guy stuck out his hands in a sign of surrender. “Hey, man, chill! I’m not gonna hurt you!” He put on his loopy grin again.
M didn’t relax from his tensed state. How come he hadn’t heard the other approaching? So odd…
“I-I know, you just scared me,” He finally managed.

Should she go to him?

No, he was probably okay. Something might have just spooked him. If he was in trouble, she probably would have heard more by now.

The guy smiled even more. “Well, now that you’ve relaxed, did you need something?”
Gods, this guy is something, M remarked to himself.
“Yeah. Is it okay if we…” He started to explain the conversation he and his wife had, asking for the things she needed. He was told he needed to do it in the store, but it was totally acceptable.

Alison went back to humming after she had assured herself that her husband was all right. She looked over the styles again, picking out a few more that looked good.

The guy bumbled off to collect the things she would need and handed them to M. “There you are. Just bring back this paper when you finish!” He pointed to the tiny paper he was handed.
M nodded and turned. He decided not to thank the person who had almost given him a heart attack, making his way back to Alison.

Hearing M coming back, Alison glanced up at him and smiled. "Hey. I heard you scream. Everything okay?"

M nodded curtly. “Someone just frightened me.” Though stuff like that isn’t supposed to happen…
“I got the stuff you need.” He offered it. “We need to stay here, though.”

"That's fine. Why don't we move over here, though," Alison suggested, moving toward a more open area.

M tilted his head. “Shouldn’t we do it in the dressing room?”

Alison blinked, realizing that he'd probably have to take his shirt off so she could get accurate numbers. He probably wouldn't want to do that out in the open…

"Right. Yes. Of course," she said with a slightly embarrassed blush as she started in that direction instead.

M smiled a bit at her blunder, gently patting her shoulder. “Great job. It’s over there.” He pointed in another direction, gently tugging her over.

Alison sighed as she let him lead her. "I just have no idea what I'm doing today, do I…?"

“I have inflicted you with my bumblingness,” He joked softly, his hand returning to his side.

"You must have," Alison chuckled, shaking her head a bit as she room his hand gently.

(Isn't it, like 1 am for you?)

(Oh yeah. I don’t care, lol.)

M jumped slightly when she touched him but he took her hand in his big one nevertheless.
“It’s truly a terrible disease.”

(Lol.
Also, my typo, though…)

"Disastrous. I might need to be vaccinated against it," Alison joked with a small smile.

(I just… played along, lol.)

M nodded smartly. “There might not be one. It’s just here between us, now.”

(Lol. Thanks. :P)

Alison chuckled a bit. "Ah, well… At least we have it together. Misery loves company, you know."

M smiled a bit, sighing happily. “It sure does.” He nudged open the dressing room door. “Here we are.”

"All right. You ready, then?" Alison asked as she stepped inside and closed the door behind them.