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Part three is up! Rene's day of service to one Weaver Hipnough. Only it doesn't go as either of them expected.
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Rent-a-Fox: Day Three
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DAY THREE: WEDNESDAY
The next day, shortly before school started--“WEAVER!” René called out as he spotted the drowzee in question. He ran up and couldn't resist hugging the cuddly tapir. “How've you been Weaver! Have you put on a little weight? It looks good on you!” Weaver brushed him off, concerned that her usual indifferent reputation could be ruined by having a small clingy vulpix attached to her.
She grunted as she pried his hands off. “René.” While a lot of girls at the PCA 'Awwwed' over the cute gender-confused fox, Weaver found herself to be one of the girls René clung around the most, despite that fact that she did not go 'awwww' over him. Perhaps it was IN SPITE of the fact that she didn't. Weaver rolled her eyes. René grinned. “You're not fooling me Weaver...I KNOW you like me, otherwise why would you have bid on me?”
His smile faltered when he saw the look on Weaver's face. “My reasons are just that sunshine...MINE. Now, meet me after school in the parking lot and I'll tell you what you'll be doing.”
“But...aren't I supposed to carry your books and escort you from class to class?” He pointed out.
“You don't have to...really. I mean it.” She sighed as she started walking to class. Weaver didn't have to be a psychic to feel that René started to follow her. She sighed. “Mighta known...”
Weaver didn't say another word the rest of the day. All she did was grunt and wince as René kept up a seemingly endless stream of babble. She idly considered entering his head to try to shut him up but decided against it. “Fuzzy-tailed nuisance spends too much time in my head as it is.” She thought. “No point trying to make it worse by going in his.”
After the longest day ever—as it seemed to Weaver—she walked out into the parking lot with René in tow. Sitting in her car was Weaver's girlfriend Ishtar. “Hey René!” Ishtar waved. René waved back. “Hi Ishtar!”
Weaver boldly picked the vulpix up by the scruff of his neck and tossed him in the backseat. “Get in.” Then she climbed in the driver's side seat next to Ishtar. As soon as she was in, Ishtar started the car.
“Where are we going?” René asked.
Weaver grunted. “No talking.”
“M'kay.” He fidgeted. René was suddenly reminded of a scene in a gangster film Sam had once watched. A poor, unsuspecting victim was thrown into the back of a car and when the drivers got to their destination, took him out and shot him. He gulped. Weaver DID have an odd, intent look on her face. She couldn't be thinking of—could he?
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice when the car came to a stop. “René,” Weaver called as she opened her door. “Get out.”
“AAAhhhh! Don't shoot me! Please! My blood stains stuff up REAL bad!”
Ishtar and Weaver looked at one another. Despite both being psychic they were clearly flummoxed. René's face flushed. “Umm, you weren't going to take me out and shoot me, were you?”
“No!” Weaver exclaimed. Then she fell silent. “Too quick for my tastes.” She added. Shaking her oddly-shaped head, Weaver jerked her thumb out again. “Come on René, I've got plans for you.”
René slowly plodded along beside Weaver. They had pulled up next to Kerstman's ice cream place. He followed her inside and then over to a table by a window where two girls were already sitting. René recognized one of them right off. “Karen!” He grinned widely. “Hey!”
Brushing aside some hair...or was that an ear?...Karen the medicham waved back. “Hi! How've you been?”
“Good, thanks. What brings you here?” He asked as he glanced towards the bulbasaur girl sitting next to her. Karen shrugged.
“Weaver just told me to.” She said sheepishly.
The bulbasaur girl, clad in a pair of overalls, nodded. “Cousin Weaver can be like that.” She agreed eagerly as she stood up and crushed her cousin in a bone-breaking embrace.
“Cousin?” René and Weaver asked, looking at one another and then at the cursing drowzee as she tried to pry her younger cousin off. René snickered, causing Weaver to send him a patented death-glare promising massive retaliation for it.
Finally, Weaver managed to get her cousin off. “So I see you've met Dusty.” She grunted. “Yes, she's my cousin and NO René, you can't ask her about me. I mean it. So don't.” Weaver rolled her eyes. “I've dragged you two here because I want you to look after her for the day while I take Ishtar out on a date...the first we've had in a while, actually.”
Dusty pouted. “Weeeaaaaver! I am NOT a baby! I don't need some of your friends to follow me around. I'm responsible!”
“...Dusty, what're you doing with your straws?” Weaver asked pointedly.
“--I'm pretending I'm a walrein.” Dusty said as the pair of straws up her nose wobbled.
“Take those out!” The drowzee snapped as she yanked them out. “Thanks for making my point for me!”
Dusty crossed her arms over her chest. “Spoilsport.”
Weaver just rubbed her temples. “René. Karen. I'll leave it to you.” Then mentally she gave the two of them a psychic warning. “If anything happens to her and I'll make you two think you're a pair of pet houndooms for the rest of your lives.” Then she smiled. René and Karen winced. Smiling Weaver was SCARY.
The tapir departed after that. René and Karen turned to Dusty. “So...” René started. “What do you wanna do?”
Dusty shrugged, turning to Karen. “I dunno, what do you wanna do?”
“I don't know.” Karen blinked. “What do you want to do René?”
René scratched his head. “I don't know, what do yo—wait a minute!” He slapped his palm down on the table emphatically. “I refuse to get wrapped up in a joke this cheap! Let's just sit down and eat. Agreed?”
Karen and Dusty nodded. “Okay.”
René picked up his menu and scanned through the ice creams and drinks available. “Wonder what I should have...” His attention was suddenly drawn to a figure he noticed out of the corner of his eye as she walked into the ice-cream cafe. Rene waved to her. “Hey Mitzi!”
“Hi René!” Mitzi grinned happily, as the growlithe girl was want to do. She came over. “What kinda ice-cream are you getting?”
“I don't know yet.” He shrugged. “What do you recommend?”
“Reco—recoo--” Mitzi was visibly struggling with the word.
Rene tried another track. “What kind of ice-cream do you like?”
“Oh. The pink kind!” Mitzi grinned widely.
He nodded at her, mentally translating from Mitzi-speak. “Strawberry. Sounds good to me. I'll get that.”
“Hey, I'm getting strawberry too!” Mitzi noted. “Weird, huh?”
“Yes, Mitzi. It is.” René smiled a bit. “Would you like to join us?”
“Ummm, okay!” Mitzi sat down. She smiled at Karen and Dusty. “Hieee!”
Karen waved weakly, a little put off by the bright, bubbly girl sitting next to her. “So, um, Mitzi is it?”
“Is what?” Mitzi asked.
Karen blinked. “Um, you. Your name is Mitzi, isn't it?”
“...What else would it be?” Mitzi scratched her head. “If I'm not Mitzi, then who am I?”
Dusty looked at Mitzi as if she's never seen her before...which was actually the case. “Wow.” She breathed in awe. “You must be an awesome philosophy student!” Rene quickly brought his menu up again to cover his face as he couldn't help snickering a bit. He got himself back under control just long enough to place their orders. Then he turned to Mitzi again.
“So what were you doing before you came here?” He wondered.
Mitzi stuck out her tongue as she thought about it. “Lesse, um I was in a big quiet place with lotsa books and stuff...” She frowned as she struggled to think of the word. Then she snapped her fingers. “A libary!”
“That's library.” Rene corrected gently. “It's LIE-BRAIR-EE.”
“Oh. Well, I went to the...LIE-BRAIR-EE,” She stressed. “Then I came here and ordered some STRAW-BRAIR-EE ice cream!” Mitzi finished with a chirp. Karen blinked. Rene banged his head against the table top.
Fortunately, they were rescued by the arrival of their ice-cream. “Yay, ice-cream!” Mitzi smiled as her strawberry ice cream was put right in front of her. “So, what are you girls and, um, not-girls doing?” She asked Rene and his companions. Rene had once tried to explain transgenderism to Mitzi. It was a nightmare.
“My cousin dragged me here.” Dusty answered.
Karen nodded in agreement. “Weaver.” She explained to Mitzi. The growlithe nodded.
“I know her! She's always got that frowny face on.” She observed.
Dusty crossed her arms. “That's my cousin all right...she never lets me have any fun!”
Rene waved her objection off. “Don't let Weaver's gruff facade fool you. Heck, she's actually pretty nice. Warm, and tender and...cuddly.” The three girls gave him a look like the ice-cream had gone to his brain. He flushed for a minute. “I mean, she acts all gruff and rude but she's got a good heart. Once she carried me when I was feeling tired.” Rene grinned goofily. “And I know she likes you Karen, even if she prefers to pretend that we annoy her.”
“She's a good actor.” Karen nodded. Dusty considered this, then sighed.
“Weaver's WAY too overprotective of me though. I mean, I'm what, two years younger than her? She acts like I'm nine!”
Rene scratched his chin. “Well, Weaver IS the youngest of six kids. Maybe she just feels that's what she's supposed to do to younger relations. I mean, some of her sisters are helpful and some are, well, creeps I understand. She really cares about you.”
Dusty sighed. “I guess you're right. But my cousin REALLY needs to loosen up!”
“So should we.” Rene said as he ordered them some coffee. “Let's have a good time today, all right?”
“Sounds like a plan...so long as things don't get crazy.” Karen noted as she helped herself to some coffee.
“We won't.” Rene said as he poured them all coffee. “It wont.”
Half an-hour later René and Dusty had to half escort, half drag a giggling Karen and Mitzi out of the ice cream parlor.
“Heeheeheeheeheeheehee...” Karen giggled. “I can't believe I've never had coffee before!
“I can't believe I was stupid enough to give it to you.” René grumbled as he slung her arm around his neck. He was pretty hyped up too, but not as prone to giggling.
“Huh. Weird.” Dusty mused. “Somehow I CAN believe it.”
“You are definitely Weaver's cousin.” René noted. Still, he felt the caffeine surging through his veins and desperately wanted to do something...fun. But what? Then an idea crossed his mind and a wicked smile curled his lips. “Girls, follow me! We're going to have a night on the town!”
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Meanwhile, Weaver was grinning as she and Ishtar finished polishing off their dinner. She'd saved up for a while in order to take them out to a restaurant this nice. “Enjoying the evening?” She asked.
“This was a really great dinner...and an amazing date.” Ishtar nodded. “It's been a while since we've been to a really nice restaurant.”
Weaver nodded her large, oddly shaped head. “It's the company that I enjoy the most.” She moved her hand and put it over Ishtar's. The jynx looked at her and smiled. They leaned forward, starting to move closer towards one another when a sudden burst of music killed the moment. “Hey! Looks like they're having a karaoke set-up!” Ishtar exclaimed as she turned away, clearly excited. A disgruntled Weaver frowned and snorted in a fine mixture of annoyance and apathy. Then she blinked and gave a start.
“What a minute! They don't HAVE karaoke at this place!” She exclaimed as she turned to the center of the room, where a large space was cleared for evenings when couples could have a romantic dance or two.
There was a knot of mon with a music player, their forms mostly obscured from Weaver's standpoint. The music was...well, distinctly out of place. Then one of the four mon stepped forward. Weaver saw that it was a short vulpix with...glasses? “Oh, NO.” She moaned.
Music started playing. Rene was wearing a grey trench coat that hid what he was wearing—if anything—underneath. He started to sing and Weaver was astonished, first by the public display that the vulpix usually loathed to do, and secondly by the fact that he actually had a decent, effeminate singing voice.
“Now I believe in looking like my time on earth is cooking; Whether polka-dotted stripes or even checks,” Rene sang as he walked, strutted really around the edge of the dance floor.
“With some glamour guaranteeing every fiber of my being, is displayed to quite remarkable effects. From your cradle via trousseau to your death bed you're on view so
Never compromise accept no substitute...I would rather wear a barrel than conservative apparel. A dress has always been—my strongest suit!” With that he ripped off his trench coat coat, revealing a rather hot looking sun dress on underneath. Those not familiar with the fox could perhaps be excused for mistaking him for an actual woman.
His entourage—which Weaver now recognized as Karen, Dusty, and Mitzi—joined in. “Overwear! Underwear. Anytime! Anywhere!”
Rene really started pouring it on.
“Staying in or hitting townwards, from the top and working downwards
I ensure that every stitch is stitched in time
Whether wig or hat or turban, whether clad boudoir or urban
Not to strut your stuff outrageously's a crime
And the few who are invited to my wardrobe are delighted
As they wander through my things to find en route
That in negligee or formal I am anything but normal
A dress has always been my strongest suit!”
“Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere
Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere!”
Weaver's jaw had been hanging open for the past two minutes. “Oh sweet Arceus—” Ishtar meanwhile was laughing and clapping her hands and really getting into it. If the rest of the diners had any idea that this show wasn't planned, they were doing a good job hiding it.
“....So bring me out my finest, most audacious, my divinest
Most revealing, most expensive and to boot
Most arresting, most heart-stopping, most free-flowing, most eye-popping
A dress has always been my strongest suit!
A dress has always been my strongest...my strongest....my strongest....my strongest....my strongest suit!”
Rene and his entourage panted as they finished. Then as they saw the angry manager and waiters converging on them and decided that was their cue to exit. With a last flourishing wave, the four lunatics bolted.
Weaver slumped down in her seat and moaned. “One night...would ONE night's relief from those maniacs be too much to ask for?”
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Rent-a-Fox: Day Three
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DAY THREE: WEDNESDAY
The next day, shortly before school started--“WEAVER!” René called out as he spotted the drowzee in question. He ran up and couldn't resist hugging the cuddly tapir. “How've you been Weaver! Have you put on a little weight? It looks good on you!” Weaver brushed him off, concerned that her usual indifferent reputation could be ruined by having a small clingy vulpix attached to her.
She grunted as she pried his hands off. “René.” While a lot of girls at the PCA 'Awwwed' over the cute gender-confused fox, Weaver found herself to be one of the girls René clung around the most, despite that fact that she did not go 'awwww' over him. Perhaps it was IN SPITE of the fact that she didn't. Weaver rolled her eyes. René grinned. “You're not fooling me Weaver...I KNOW you like me, otherwise why would you have bid on me?”
His smile faltered when he saw the look on Weaver's face. “My reasons are just that sunshine...MINE. Now, meet me after school in the parking lot and I'll tell you what you'll be doing.”
“But...aren't I supposed to carry your books and escort you from class to class?” He pointed out.
“You don't have to...really. I mean it.” She sighed as she started walking to class. Weaver didn't have to be a psychic to feel that René started to follow her. She sighed. “Mighta known...”
Weaver didn't say another word the rest of the day. All she did was grunt and wince as René kept up a seemingly endless stream of babble. She idly considered entering his head to try to shut him up but decided against it. “Fuzzy-tailed nuisance spends too much time in my head as it is.” She thought. “No point trying to make it worse by going in his.”
After the longest day ever—as it seemed to Weaver—she walked out into the parking lot with René in tow. Sitting in her car was Weaver's girlfriend Ishtar. “Hey René!” Ishtar waved. René waved back. “Hi Ishtar!”
Weaver boldly picked the vulpix up by the scruff of his neck and tossed him in the backseat. “Get in.” Then she climbed in the driver's side seat next to Ishtar. As soon as she was in, Ishtar started the car.
“Where are we going?” René asked.
Weaver grunted. “No talking.”
“M'kay.” He fidgeted. René was suddenly reminded of a scene in a gangster film Sam had once watched. A poor, unsuspecting victim was thrown into the back of a car and when the drivers got to their destination, took him out and shot him. He gulped. Weaver DID have an odd, intent look on her face. She couldn't be thinking of—could he?
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice when the car came to a stop. “René,” Weaver called as she opened her door. “Get out.”
“AAAhhhh! Don't shoot me! Please! My blood stains stuff up REAL bad!”
Ishtar and Weaver looked at one another. Despite both being psychic they were clearly flummoxed. René's face flushed. “Umm, you weren't going to take me out and shoot me, were you?”
“No!” Weaver exclaimed. Then she fell silent. “Too quick for my tastes.” She added. Shaking her oddly-shaped head, Weaver jerked her thumb out again. “Come on René, I've got plans for you.”
René slowly plodded along beside Weaver. They had pulled up next to Kerstman's ice cream place. He followed her inside and then over to a table by a window where two girls were already sitting. René recognized one of them right off. “Karen!” He grinned widely. “Hey!”
Brushing aside some hair...or was that an ear?...Karen the medicham waved back. “Hi! How've you been?”
“Good, thanks. What brings you here?” He asked as he glanced towards the bulbasaur girl sitting next to her. Karen shrugged.
“Weaver just told me to.” She said sheepishly.
The bulbasaur girl, clad in a pair of overalls, nodded. “Cousin Weaver can be like that.” She agreed eagerly as she stood up and crushed her cousin in a bone-breaking embrace.
“Cousin?” René and Weaver asked, looking at one another and then at the cursing drowzee as she tried to pry her younger cousin off. René snickered, causing Weaver to send him a patented death-glare promising massive retaliation for it.
Finally, Weaver managed to get her cousin off. “So I see you've met Dusty.” She grunted. “Yes, she's my cousin and NO René, you can't ask her about me. I mean it. So don't.” Weaver rolled her eyes. “I've dragged you two here because I want you to look after her for the day while I take Ishtar out on a date...the first we've had in a while, actually.”
Dusty pouted. “Weeeaaaaver! I am NOT a baby! I don't need some of your friends to follow me around. I'm responsible!”
“...Dusty, what're you doing with your straws?” Weaver asked pointedly.
“--I'm pretending I'm a walrein.” Dusty said as the pair of straws up her nose wobbled.
“Take those out!” The drowzee snapped as she yanked them out. “Thanks for making my point for me!”
Dusty crossed her arms over her chest. “Spoilsport.”
Weaver just rubbed her temples. “René. Karen. I'll leave it to you.” Then mentally she gave the two of them a psychic warning. “If anything happens to her and I'll make you two think you're a pair of pet houndooms for the rest of your lives.” Then she smiled. René and Karen winced. Smiling Weaver was SCARY.
The tapir departed after that. René and Karen turned to Dusty. “So...” René started. “What do you wanna do?”
Dusty shrugged, turning to Karen. “I dunno, what do you wanna do?”
“I don't know.” Karen blinked. “What do you want to do René?”
René scratched his head. “I don't know, what do yo—wait a minute!” He slapped his palm down on the table emphatically. “I refuse to get wrapped up in a joke this cheap! Let's just sit down and eat. Agreed?”
Karen and Dusty nodded. “Okay.”
René picked up his menu and scanned through the ice creams and drinks available. “Wonder what I should have...” His attention was suddenly drawn to a figure he noticed out of the corner of his eye as she walked into the ice-cream cafe. Rene waved to her. “Hey Mitzi!”
“Hi René!” Mitzi grinned happily, as the growlithe girl was want to do. She came over. “What kinda ice-cream are you getting?”
“I don't know yet.” He shrugged. “What do you recommend?”
“Reco—recoo--” Mitzi was visibly struggling with the word.
Rene tried another track. “What kind of ice-cream do you like?”
“Oh. The pink kind!” Mitzi grinned widely.
He nodded at her, mentally translating from Mitzi-speak. “Strawberry. Sounds good to me. I'll get that.”
“Hey, I'm getting strawberry too!” Mitzi noted. “Weird, huh?”
“Yes, Mitzi. It is.” René smiled a bit. “Would you like to join us?”
“Ummm, okay!” Mitzi sat down. She smiled at Karen and Dusty. “Hieee!”
Karen waved weakly, a little put off by the bright, bubbly girl sitting next to her. “So, um, Mitzi is it?”
“Is what?” Mitzi asked.
Karen blinked. “Um, you. Your name is Mitzi, isn't it?”
“...What else would it be?” Mitzi scratched her head. “If I'm not Mitzi, then who am I?”
Dusty looked at Mitzi as if she's never seen her before...which was actually the case. “Wow.” She breathed in awe. “You must be an awesome philosophy student!” Rene quickly brought his menu up again to cover his face as he couldn't help snickering a bit. He got himself back under control just long enough to place their orders. Then he turned to Mitzi again.
“So what were you doing before you came here?” He wondered.
Mitzi stuck out her tongue as she thought about it. “Lesse, um I was in a big quiet place with lotsa books and stuff...” She frowned as she struggled to think of the word. Then she snapped her fingers. “A libary!”
“That's library.” Rene corrected gently. “It's LIE-BRAIR-EE.”
“Oh. Well, I went to the...LIE-BRAIR-EE,” She stressed. “Then I came here and ordered some STRAW-BRAIR-EE ice cream!” Mitzi finished with a chirp. Karen blinked. Rene banged his head against the table top.
Fortunately, they were rescued by the arrival of their ice-cream. “Yay, ice-cream!” Mitzi smiled as her strawberry ice cream was put right in front of her. “So, what are you girls and, um, not-girls doing?” She asked Rene and his companions. Rene had once tried to explain transgenderism to Mitzi. It was a nightmare.
“My cousin dragged me here.” Dusty answered.
Karen nodded in agreement. “Weaver.” She explained to Mitzi. The growlithe nodded.
“I know her! She's always got that frowny face on.” She observed.
Dusty crossed her arms. “That's my cousin all right...she never lets me have any fun!”
Rene waved her objection off. “Don't let Weaver's gruff facade fool you. Heck, she's actually pretty nice. Warm, and tender and...cuddly.” The three girls gave him a look like the ice-cream had gone to his brain. He flushed for a minute. “I mean, she acts all gruff and rude but she's got a good heart. Once she carried me when I was feeling tired.” Rene grinned goofily. “And I know she likes you Karen, even if she prefers to pretend that we annoy her.”
“She's a good actor.” Karen nodded. Dusty considered this, then sighed.
“Weaver's WAY too overprotective of me though. I mean, I'm what, two years younger than her? She acts like I'm nine!”
Rene scratched his chin. “Well, Weaver IS the youngest of six kids. Maybe she just feels that's what she's supposed to do to younger relations. I mean, some of her sisters are helpful and some are, well, creeps I understand. She really cares about you.”
Dusty sighed. “I guess you're right. But my cousin REALLY needs to loosen up!”
“So should we.” Rene said as he ordered them some coffee. “Let's have a good time today, all right?”
“Sounds like a plan...so long as things don't get crazy.” Karen noted as she helped herself to some coffee.
“We won't.” Rene said as he poured them all coffee. “It wont.”
Half an-hour later René and Dusty had to half escort, half drag a giggling Karen and Mitzi out of the ice cream parlor.
“Heeheeheeheeheeheehee...” Karen giggled. “I can't believe I've never had coffee before!
“I can't believe I was stupid enough to give it to you.” René grumbled as he slung her arm around his neck. He was pretty hyped up too, but not as prone to giggling.
“Huh. Weird.” Dusty mused. “Somehow I CAN believe it.”
“You are definitely Weaver's cousin.” René noted. Still, he felt the caffeine surging through his veins and desperately wanted to do something...fun. But what? Then an idea crossed his mind and a wicked smile curled his lips. “Girls, follow me! We're going to have a night on the town!”
&&&
Meanwhile, Weaver was grinning as she and Ishtar finished polishing off their dinner. She'd saved up for a while in order to take them out to a restaurant this nice. “Enjoying the evening?” She asked.
“This was a really great dinner...and an amazing date.” Ishtar nodded. “It's been a while since we've been to a really nice restaurant.”
Weaver nodded her large, oddly shaped head. “It's the company that I enjoy the most.” She moved her hand and put it over Ishtar's. The jynx looked at her and smiled. They leaned forward, starting to move closer towards one another when a sudden burst of music killed the moment. “Hey! Looks like they're having a karaoke set-up!” Ishtar exclaimed as she turned away, clearly excited. A disgruntled Weaver frowned and snorted in a fine mixture of annoyance and apathy. Then she blinked and gave a start.
“What a minute! They don't HAVE karaoke at this place!” She exclaimed as she turned to the center of the room, where a large space was cleared for evenings when couples could have a romantic dance or two.
There was a knot of mon with a music player, their forms mostly obscured from Weaver's standpoint. The music was...well, distinctly out of place. Then one of the four mon stepped forward. Weaver saw that it was a short vulpix with...glasses? “Oh, NO.” She moaned.
Music started playing. Rene was wearing a grey trench coat that hid what he was wearing—if anything—underneath. He started to sing and Weaver was astonished, first by the public display that the vulpix usually loathed to do, and secondly by the fact that he actually had a decent, effeminate singing voice.
“Now I believe in looking like my time on earth is cooking; Whether polka-dotted stripes or even checks,” Rene sang as he walked, strutted really around the edge of the dance floor.
“With some glamour guaranteeing every fiber of my being, is displayed to quite remarkable effects. From your cradle via trousseau to your death bed you're on view so
Never compromise accept no substitute...I would rather wear a barrel than conservative apparel. A dress has always been—my strongest suit!” With that he ripped off his trench coat coat, revealing a rather hot looking sun dress on underneath. Those not familiar with the fox could perhaps be excused for mistaking him for an actual woman.
His entourage—which Weaver now recognized as Karen, Dusty, and Mitzi—joined in. “Overwear! Underwear. Anytime! Anywhere!”
Rene really started pouring it on.
“Staying in or hitting townwards, from the top and working downwards
I ensure that every stitch is stitched in time
Whether wig or hat or turban, whether clad boudoir or urban
Not to strut your stuff outrageously's a crime
And the few who are invited to my wardrobe are delighted
As they wander through my things to find en route
That in negligee or formal I am anything but normal
A dress has always been my strongest suit!”
“Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere
Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere!”
Weaver's jaw had been hanging open for the past two minutes. “Oh sweet Arceus—” Ishtar meanwhile was laughing and clapping her hands and really getting into it. If the rest of the diners had any idea that this show wasn't planned, they were doing a good job hiding it.
“....So bring me out my finest, most audacious, my divinest
Most revealing, most expensive and to boot
Most arresting, most heart-stopping, most free-flowing, most eye-popping
A dress has always been my strongest suit!
A dress has always been my strongest...my strongest....my strongest....my strongest....my strongest suit!”
Rene and his entourage panted as they finished. Then as they saw the angry manager and waiters converging on them and decided that was their cue to exit. With a last flourishing wave, the four lunatics bolted.
Weaver slumped down in her seat and moaned. “One night...would ONE night's relief from those maniacs be too much to ask for?”
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XD and this is why i don't like coffee. another great job, shorter then the others but just as great ^^ makes me whish i could of bought Rene, you thinknig of doing another student sale? i think Qiao and the others might like having him around
btw i sent you a note a few hours ago :P
btw i sent you a note a few hours ago :P
These just keep getting funnier and funnier.
A bit of an error I caught:
“Cousin?” René and Weaver asked, looking at one another and then at the cursing drowzee as she tried to pry her younger cousin off.
I don't think 'Weaver' is supposed to be Karen.
Still an awesome storry, though!
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