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[lapidarius]

"This is Kakyoin Noriaki. Please leave a message, I'll contact you as soon as I can."

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[digiorno]

You're adorable. Of course we can. Oh, good, it is open.

[He drags Kakyoin into the Dolorosa's shop Whether He Likes It Or Not, making a beeline towards the section he hopes will be most fruitful.]

I really should have thought about this sort of cut for you before, you know. Flowing skirts are wonderful, but the hips. [The hips!] What else did you want to talk about?

[lapidarius]

Er... [why is his fate simply to suffer] What, uh...do you think I should wear with it? Would those shoes you got me be fine, or is there something else I should be looking for?

[digiorno]

Hm. No, I think you should go for something a little less dramatic than heels, since the qipao itself is meant to be dramatic. Unless you want to be incredibly tall for your anniversary or something. Flats, maybe? Something to match . . . silver, probably, maybe green.

We ought to find the dress first, though, and match the shoes after. [fashion is srs]

[lapidarius]

That makes sense, I think. [It...sounded like logic?]

Oh--it has to be something that won't look out of place with this, though. [He reached into his pocket and took out a hairpin decorated with a delicate looking cherry blossom.]

[digiorno]

. . . Oh? Did he get you that?

[eyezooms at presents]

[lapidarius]

He did. It's pretty nice, isn't it?

[digiorno]

It's beautiful. I didn't know you could give presents before the anniversary, though. Does it still count?

[no one is taking a tally, child]

[lapidarius]

Hm? This from the one who complained endlessly about the concept of White Day, now you're wondering what does and doesn't count?

[digiorno]

You know what? Shut up.

[Leave him alone he has done nothing wrong, ever, in his life.]

I'm just asking. I'm stealing your qipao if you keep this up.

[lapidarius]

I'm a little taller than you, it might not fit.

[five centimeters isn't that much but by god it's all he has on someone in this damn house]

[digiorno]

I'll steal it and put it on Danny.

[lapidarius]

Oh, come on, I'm hardly picking on you any more than I do with Polnareff. You don't have to threaten me with something that bad.

[digiorno]

But Danny would look so nice in it.

[He sticks out his tongue.]

[lapidarius]

Is that worth depriving everyone of how good I'll look in it?

I was even going to ask you to help with makeup, but if this is how it's going to turn out I guess you won't need to.

[digiorno]

I'm going to do your makeup whether you like it or not.

[lapidarius]

I knew you'd want to regardless.

[digiorno]

You can't make me annoyed enough with you that I don't want to do your makeup.

You still didn't answer my question, though.

[lapidarius]

I don't know if it counts or not, I've been trying not to keep score since you got so upset about March.

[digiorno]

. . . Oh.

[Was he that awful? He pauses, his hand hovering over a pair of shoes. He remembers feeling terribly adamant about the stupidity of it all, except now it seems important. Or something.]

Sorry. Mm. Polnareff keeps talking about--you know. What you're supposed to do? Anyway. Give me the pin for a minute.

[lapidarius]

Well...it was kind of silly, once you pointed it out. There's no reason to hold so rigidly to tradition when it's overcomplicating things.

[Kakyoin held out the pin, shrugging and seeming honestly sincere about that.]

[digiorno]

Right . . .

[A little absently. He turns the pin over, then lays it flat in the palm of his hand.]

Is there a particular color you want to match?

[lapidarius]

I don't really know--just anything that won't make it look out of place, I guess.

[...]

Giorno, are you okay?

[digiorno]

Hm?

[He looks up, blinking. Like he's forgotten what they were talking about, which he's trying to. And yet.]

Oh. Well, I just feel a little stupid for asking? I guess. I don't know. Do you think gold and silver and green would be too much?

[lapidarius]

...I don't think you're stupid. It was just a question.

[and then:]

Hierophant's eyes are yellow. I think it'd be fine.

[digiorno]

I made a big fuss about it and now I'm asking, that seems stupid.

[He resumes pawing through the shoes, humming to himself a little under his breath. Gold and silver and green . . . a light green, maybe, or pale gold? There's something towards the back of the rack.]

Are there any greens you don't like?