big mouth, big wallet, big trouble... (rp for no_substitution)

[magic_fratboy]

He'd known it was a mistake the second he uttered the words, should have realized who he was dealing with and what she was capable of. Still, somehow, with two lifetimes behind him and a general sense for his own personal welfare, he spoke standing right there in front of her, him with a death wish and her with a fresh tray of her trademark cookies

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[no_substitution]

Sometimes Sassy wondered if her friends had like, a total mental block when it came to her shopping addiction. (Yes, she was addicted, and yes, she admitted it.) They said they'd go shopping with her and yet they were perpetually surprised with her flotilla of personal shoppers and Black AmEx. Really now.

Even Cain was surprised.

Idiots.

"Of course I'm listening to you, Tommy. You need new jeans." She smiled sweetly at him, waiting for his own words to sink in. He didn't say he need a new PAIR of jeans -- therefore singular -- but new jeans. Plural.

[magic_fratboy]

"One pair, Sass. One. And I don't need any matching shirts or shoes or leather jackets, and May don't need new clothes to coordinate with mine. And I don't need a new car to go with the colors I'm wearing..."

[no_substitution]

She shrugged. Again, idiots. It was her right to buy May things. And it wasn't like she was all with the needy and took that priviledge away from Zee and Tommy themselves.

But if she saw a bright, sparkly tutu was she supposed to not buy it? Yeah. Right.

Finally, she sighed and shooed the personal shopper away with a haughty "You can leave now" and a wave of her hand. Buh bye. "Fine, one pair of jeans because clearly this is a no fun for Sassy day." She scowled. "Gimme the baby, at least she still loves me." She held a hand expectantly, popping her earrings out with the other hand. She'd already had them ripped out accidentally.

[magic_fratboy]

"Sass, c'mon!" he protested as May squirmed to be let down. "Don't be like that..."

"I wanna shop!" May chirped, scampering over to wrap herself around Sassy's leg. At a year and a half old, she'd already developed to the level of a two and a half year old, capable of speaking her mind...a thing she did often. Looking up at Sassy imploringly, she pooched out her lower lip.

"Shop, An'ee Seesee? I want jeems!"

Tommy sighed, fighting a smile and failing. "Okay, fine...a couple pairs. And we can look at stuff for May, but seriously, Sass? That's it, I mean it."