[SCENE] Maya and Nick in: yay shopping!
Wright: *it's a sunny summer afternoon in downtown Los Angeles, and what better way to spend it than... clothes shopping at the local mall. Phoenix lets out a sigh as he steps off the escalator to the second level of the building. The store Maya has gift cards for is directly to his left, and he jabs a lazy finger over to it, speaking in a rather irritated tone to the girl beside him* There, The Chasm. Alright, let's make this as quick and painless as possible.
Wright: *racks of fashionable--and might he add, way too expensive--looking jeans and shirts stand outside of the store's doors. Already, he can hear the music of the place pounding over the loudspeakers-- it's by an artist he can't identify but would definitely classify as 'teenybopper'. He sighs again*
Maya: *the whole idea of clothes shopping is foreign to her and the loud music playing over the speakers doesn't help* Um..Nick, you sure about this? *looks over racks of clothing--clothing she knew nothing about aside from TV shows and movies--the culture shock building up even more* You know we can always come back later!
Wright: You've waited long enough, Maya. Sooner or later those cards are going to expire, and then you'd have to explain it to Edgeworth. *stuffs his hands in his pockets and advances to the entrance of The Chasm* Just... don't expect particularly good fashion help from me, alright?
Maya: *stares blankly at all the clothing* Hmm...*scratches her cheek in thought* Maybe I can go for the 'nick-look'!
Wright: Hey, hey, no ripping off my style. This is an original design, here. *dusts off the front of his hoodie with a lazy hand, and readjusts his garish looking hat* Just... grab a couple of things you think look nice, and try them in the change rooms in the back. Do you know your size?
Maya: Clothing comes in sizes? *gives herself a quick look* Um...how about Maya size?
Wright: This... is going to be a long day. *takes her shoulder, guiding her over to the closest rack-- t-shirts, 20% sale. He picks up a purple one with a v-neck and pink flowers along the bottom edge, and holds it over her to eyeball the fit* You're a medium, probably. Had one too many burgers this month.
Maya: *it takes her a minute to process the last part of his statement* W-What?! *she looks down, poking at her belly* You're mean Nick! *pouts and sticks her tongue out at him*
Wright: Mmmmhm. That's what I'm here for. *gestures further into the store with a nod of his head* Let's go see what else they have inside.
Maya: Alright. *nods, turning to look down the hallway. She gulps as she steps forward--sticking close to Nick but at the same time trying not to look like it.* Wow. I didn't know clothing came in so many types...
Wright: Most people don't wear those robes you do, if you haven't noticed by now. *glances warily at a pile of neatly folded shirts on display on a large table* You'll have to get pants if you're getting a shirt... and then socks... and shoes? *scowls* Edgeworth really should have thought this through - this is more trouble than it's worth.
Maya: That's a lot! Isn't that like...4 different things? Don't people sometimes forget to put things on? *lifts up random piles of folded pants, not sure what to look for*
Wright: Well, you could just stick to sandals... *looks over to her and the pair she's holding, and notes the uncertainty on her face* Here, how about you go get a change room, and I'll get you a bunch of things to try on.
Maya: A change room? You mean, I'm going to change inside here? *starts to blush at the thought of it*
Wright: Yes. Yes, there's a bunch of rooms at the back, for changing. *picks up a random assortment of shirts and three pairs of pants-- all different colors and cuts* Here, take this, talk to the lady at the back. I'll come over in another few minutes.
Maya: Sure Nick, no problem. *there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she turns to the back of the store, which isn't as far away as she might've hoped* Well, onwards! *she marches off towards the desk where she'd be able to ask to try on her clothing*
Maya: *when she reaches the desk, she takes a moment to set down her clothes and take a good look at the attendant. It's a teenaged girl, one who looks as though she'd be much happier doing something else, elsewhere* Um..excuse me..could I get a change room please? *her answer is met with silence, an awkward silence--for Maya, anyhow. The only thing audible as a reply is the smacking of chewing gum the teen had popped into her mouth only moments ago*
Maya: *after a moment or two of staring, the attendant hands her a pass for the stack of clothes she's got, and gestures off to the right without saying a word. She goes back to reading her magazine without a pause what-so-ever. Maya stands there for a second and then starts to get angry* Fine! *practically rips the clothing off from the desk and walks her way into the direction the rude person pointed to*
Wright: *wanders across the store, staring at the various assortment of clothes for teen and pre-teen girls. He picks up a couple of pairs of jeans, and a few short sleeved blouses. Near the back, he finds the dresses and adds a pile of A-line ones, holding them up first to double-check the size. Surprisingly(?), his picks aren't that gaudy or unsuitable, though that may be due to the general designs and colors of the store's apparel*
Wright: *heads to the back of the store-the song playing over the speakers changes and with a bit of a start he realizes he recognizes the voice as being Klavier Gavin's-once he's there, he glances over to the assistant -- who stares languidly back at him. He holds up the clothes in his hands, as if to show he's dropping them off, and she waves him onward dismissively. Heading over to the one occupied stall in the back, he slings the clothes over the tall wooden door* Here, Maya--try these on too. How were those t-shirts?
Maya: *is caught off guard at the sound of Nick's voice and then remembers she's inside a stall* Well...they fit fine?
Wright: Just 'fine'? *moves to the wall opposite the stall doors, and leans against it* Come on out and let me see.
Maya: Alright...just hold on a second. *takes a minute to make sure the pants and shirt are on correctly and then takes a deep breath as she opens up the stall door* Well...what do you think?
Wright: *blinks-- she's wearing that purple t-shirt with the pink flowers he'd picked up at the front of the store, along with a pair of tan colored pants. He notices now that the bottom of the pants are flared, and the two articles combined together... makes a look that really is not such a bad look on her. She looks older that he'd anticipated in regular clothes, and he realizes with a mental start that he'd probably been thinking of her as that seventeen year old girl he'd first met, up to this very point*
Wright: Not bad. The pants look a bit long on you, though. *points to one of the dresses-- a blue, strapless A-line one that's hanging against the door. There's a cute narrow ribbon sewn along the waist which ends at the left side of the dress, with a cute bow* Try that on?
Maya: You want me to try that on? *glances at the dress and back at Nick and back again a few times* A-alright...*grabs the dress and heads on into the stall, closing the door behind her*
Maya: *sounds can be heard from the stall as she switches out her previous wear for the dress* Uh..Nick..I don't know about this one...
Wright: *raises an eyebrow* You don't know, or you don't know how to put it on?
Maya: No no..it's pretty easy to put on...uhh...
Wright: ?
Maya: *slowly opens up the stall door. She doesn't look as confident as before..if she ever looked confident to begin with* So...?
Wright: *glances her over* Not bad! It's actually a little loose, I think. You could probably do alright in a small...... ...? *his words trail off as he glances to her bare shoulders*
Maya: Uh...what's wrong? *she's starting to blush*
Wright: *looks past Maya, to her robes folded on the little triangle bench in one of the corners of the dressing stall-- and then back to her* You're... not wearing a bra, huh?
Maya: W-What?! *her slightly red blush starts going out of control and she turns around to face away from him* W-What kinda question is that?
Wright: *doesn't appear at all fazed* A very relevant one.
Maya: *sighing, she turns back around* No..you aren't supposed to wear one with the robes...
Wright: So... since you never wear anything else, do you own a bra? *a particularly stern expression reaches his face*
Maya: I..think I do...wait..no. That doesn't require one either...
Wright: ........
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Wright: *no more than five minutes later, Phoenix and a re-robed Maya are back out in the main area of the mall, this time standing in front of 'Patricia's Mysteries'. Judging by the scantily clad mannequins modelling lingerie, it's a shop for underwear and bras. Stuffing $30 from his own wallet into the spirit medium's hands and shoving her through the doorway of the shop, Phoenix is now walking away preeeeeeetty darned quickly*
Wright: *calling hurriedly over his shoulder:* I'll be in the food court come look for me when you're done!
Maya: Whoa! *regains her balance before she hears the call out* W-Wait! *turns and takes a step out but he's gone* Hmm...*takes a moment to stare at the $30 in her hands, balling it up in a fist* Nick is so gonna pay for this when I see him. *turns around to look into the store, which looks a lot scarier than the previous one. Taking a deep breath, she walks in to find someone to help her*
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Wright: *nearly 30 minutes later, Phoenix is seated at a table in the middle of the food court-- his legs are propped on another chair and he's leaned back, slurping from a cup that looks like standard fast food drink-ware but actually contains grape juice. His eyes are only half open, and he looks like he's about to fall asleep any moment*
Maya: *carrying a bag full of garments, she spots someone familiar in a state that looks like sleep. She gets an idea at that very moment and starts to walk towards his spot as slowly and quietly as possible so as to not wake him up. She whispers to herself* Alright..*lifting the bag over her head, she smacks it down onto her victim as hard as she can*
Wright: *doesn't hear her approach, but does hear her whispered preparation, and as the bag comes down, his head turns-- meaning that milliseconds later, it's slammed right into his forehead*
Wright: OW. *winces and nearly topples out of his chair--he holds his hands over his head and speaks in a very irritated protest* What was THAT for?!
Maya: What else? *crosses her arms* For leaving me at that store!
Wright: *rubs his forehead, still grumbling* I'm not going in there anytime soon. A few years from now, maybe-- but not yet. *reaches to the table, where there's an almost full carton of fries* Here.
Maya: .... *takes a moment before accepting the peace offering* Alright, you're forgiven. *grabs the food and takes a seat* I'm starving!
Wright: Mmmhmm. *takes a half-hearted sip of his drink, his fingers still rubbing his forehead* So, after we go back and actually spend that gift card of yours, what next?
Maya: Hmm..do we have to do anything else? *speaks between french fries.* I'm kinda tired.
Wright: We don't have to. *leans his elbow against the table, humming out a note* Certainly not any more shopping. But there's also a movie theater in this mall...
Maya: Oh, there is?...Well, sure. But I don't know any good movies though...*suddenly realizes there are no more french fries and starts poking at the carton*
Wright: *really... doesn't seem all that surprised that the fries are already gone. He grins lazily* Well, if there isn't anything Samurai showing right now, it can be my turn to pick a show for once...
Maya: Yeah I think they're holding on Steel Samurai stuff until they announce the new one...*hesitates* I guess you could pick it..as long as it's not boring. Else you'll be getting another bag to the forehead.
Wright: *gets up, moving to the nearby trash can to discard his finished drink* Hey, hey. Don't confuse a lack of ancient Japanese fighting figures with a movie being 'boring'. *heading back to their table, he noogies her lightly on the forehead and then turns to leave* But sure, you're on for the challenge. Come on-- clothes first, movie second. You'll get some popcorn out of the process, at least.
Maya: *tries to escape Nick's noogie in time but fails* Pssh, please, it's you we gotta worry about here. *laughs, grabbing her bag and catching up with Nick, giving him one last good smack on the back with it*
Wright: Hey! Hey. I haven't lost yet, alright? Now you can't hit me, even if you fall asleep halfway. ...Even if we both fall asleep. *swats aside her bag and noogies her again as they head back to the clothes store-- there's a grin on his face, despite all the crabby lines he's spouting*