World Refugees Final Mix

"Nice to meet you too." Will shook Amy's hand, trying to ignore what had just happened earlier. Girls...mentally he shook his head at their antics.

"So, what's this about eloping? I thought there was a nice marriage set up." He turned to Crystal, who suddenly turned a bright pink.

He quirked an eyebrow at that. "What? Sheesh, the last time I checked, it was Amy getting married, not you."

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Crystal flapped her hands, trying to get the mental image of Will in a tuxedo out of her head. It was not working, and she could barely keep herself from blushing.

"I know that! I was not thinking of that, thank you very much." Will didn't look convinced, but he turned away from her, rolling his eyes.

Crystal hugged Amy as hard as she could, making sure not to hit her with the recycling bin that held the Flan. Well, she couldn't exactly leave it at Washington D.C, could she? She just hoped that Amy would be okay with it.

"See, Amy, this is Bloo." She pulled the small Flan out the bin and cuddled it in her arms. She spotted Will rolling his eyes again out of ther corner of her eye, but ignored it. What did she care about what he thought? The Flan was cute, after all.

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"Well, there is, but the closer I get to the wedding the more I just wanna grab Jalen and run...I get embarrassed easily."

She giggled suddenly, watching Crys flail. "Apparently I'm not the only one." Her gaze shifted to the bin and the Flan that Crys pulled out. Her eyes widened.

"Oh no. Tell me you brought food for it too, because I'm not sacrificing anything of mine." Amy moved a little closer, studying the creature. "...He's certainly cuter than the bigger ones. Are you making Will babysit while we shop? Oughta pay him, you know."

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"No way, I'm not babysitting the Creme Brulee." Even if it was cute, he would never forgive it for eating his paperwork. Ever.

"So, ladies, shall we start shopping? The sooner we finish, the sooner I can go back to Earth." He smirked, even though still feeling a little angry that Crys had tricked him into coming here. Oh well. He needed some fresh air from that huge amount of work that he had to do for the Interplanetary Committee.

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Crystal sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you?! It's not a Creme Brulee."

But she had to admit,Will was right. They needed to start shopping. Putting the Flan back in the recycling bin, and handing the bin to Will, she took Amy by the arm.

"C'mon! Let's go find that dress. And I want you to try on everything I give you, okay?" She turned to Will. "And you, don't go anywhere. It's easy to get lost."

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"She's right, it's more like tapioca pudding." Amy grinned at Will before pouting at Crys.

"Everything? You're not going to get me into anything with puffy sleeves and frills, got it?" She headed to the front door of the shop, Crys in tow. As she pulled the door open with her free hand, she glanced back at Will.

"There've been monsters showing up in town kinda randomly, so you might want to stick with us...Unless you want to try and sic Bloo on them."

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Will blinked. "More monsters!? Sheesh, and I thought I'd had enough of them already." He shook his head, a little shocked. He didn't like the idea of wandering by himself anymore.

As they all walked into the shop, Will gazed around at the various dresses available. He was definitely not going to be needed for this shopping trip, so he just went to the side of the shop, as to not bother Crystal and Amy in their choosing of the dress. The Flan in the recycling bin growled a bit at him, and Will reproachfully shook a finger at it.

"Now, you don't say a word, or I'll not give you any more paper, understand?" The Flan didn't respond, and Will shook his head. Oh dear, he thought. I'm talking to Flans now. Great. I'm going more crazy than I thought.

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"Yes, Will. More monsters. Didn't I tell you that?" Crystal shook her head and headed into the store, Amy in tow.

Spotting a white dress adorned with small flowers, she took it off and held it up to Amy. "This looks good," she said, handing the dress to Amy. "Try on this one."

Noticing Will in the side of the shop, she had to restrain a giggle at his antics towards Bloo. Will was growing on her a bit, though she didn't dare say that out loud in front of Amy.

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Making a face, Amy took the dress from Crys and disappeared into the nearby changing room. A minute or two of muttering accompanied her disrobing and donning the dress, then she groaned.

"I look like I'm going to Easter service. I'm not even coming out."

She leaned against the wall of the changing room, scowling at herself in the mirror. She did look like she was going to church. The dress reminded her of the outfits her mother had put her in when she was a child. Yuck. Sighing, she stood up straight and smoothed the fabric. Crys had come all the way out here to help her find something, and here she was, sulking behind a door like a total brat. Good grief.

"...I'm coming out!" She called, and emerged from the changing room, blushing faintly even as she frowned.

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Will frowned, He wasn't exactly the best person to go along with for shopping for dresses, since he had no sense of women's fashion at all. Seeing Amy coming out of the dressing room, he shouted, "It looks good on you!"

Might as well praise every single dress that Amy tried on. He was pretty sure that saying that "the dress makes you look fat" wasn't the best way to go.

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"Why, Amy, it looks good on you! But I think the flowers on the dress are a bit too much." Noticing Amy blushing, she flapped her hands. "And don't worry, we'll find a dress in no time. Here have another one."

Pushing another dress in Amy's hands, she smiled. Her friend was getting married, of all things, and it was sorta unbelievable that she was helping her do it.

I wouldn't even be here if I had never dropped that computer in the first place. I would just be home, all by myself...But because I was such a klutz, I've had the adventure of a lifetime! She giggled a bit, looking over at Will and Bloo.

They certainly did look cute together.

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Okay, two votes for the dress looking good. Which meant...

"It sucks," She announced, fingers closing on the dress Crys had pushed at her. Pink. With lace. Wrinkling her nose, Amy held the outfit away from herself by a sleeve.

"Nu uh. You'll never get me into something like..." She trailed off before pointing with her free hand. "What about that one? The blue sundress." She rolled her eyes at herself. There were at least three that fit that description on the rack.

"The sorta iridescent one. That's pretty." And shiny. Hee. Amy grinned suddenly as she caught Crys's giggle, and followed her gaze to Will and the Jello pudding.

"Crys and Will~" She sang softly, hoping she wouldn't get smacked. At least she wasn't going to sing the whole song.

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Quirking an eyebrow, Will wondered what was going on. Apparently, she didn't like the dress at all, as she made hand gestures that looked like she was complaining.

Noticing Crystal staring at him, he felt warmth climb up his cheeks. He shook his head, starting to scold the Flan again, trying to pretend that the Flan had slapped him in order to cover his embarrasment.

(ooc: I'm so sorry. To the both of you. I don't come on the Internet usually...and just, I wasn't able to come to tag the log at all. And Crystal, don't kill me, please? I'll be good now, I promise. D:)

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Crystal's eyes wandered over to where Amy was pointing. "Sure, why not? But promise me to put on this one, please?!" She tried giving her best "puppy eye" look, pushing the pink dress into Amy's hands. She looked back at Will, who seemed to be scolding the Flan, when she heard someone singing softly.

"What was that?!" She bonked Amy on the head lightly, blushing slightly. The nerve of her! She would never get with Will, even if he was the last man on Earth.

"Now go and try these on, okay? And no complaining," she declared.

(ooc: ~~I'll kill you later, Will.~~ Kidding! It's okay, I forgive you. *hugs*)

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"But Cryyysss-" She yelped as she was hit, and the whine turned into a pout. "You don't love me." Mock sniffles followed as she gathered both dresses into her arms and ducked back into the changing room.

"I'll be glad when this is over, and I can just count it as a happy memory. Well, a stressfully happy one, anyway." She tugged the pink dress on and gagged at her reflection. Dear God. She definitely wasn't coming out wearing this thing. Sighing, she squirmed out of it before setting it aside to pick up the sundress. The fabric shimmered faintly as she held it up against herself, and she smiled. Maybe this one?

A couple minutes later, Amy emerged again, tugging nervously at one of the thin shoulder straps. She actually thought she looked somewhat pretty, and the thought of Jalen seeing her in it made her blush.

"Um, the pink one sucked. But you knew that before I tried it on. What do you think of this one? I like it...I mean, I think I look nice, but I dunno what Jalen'll think..." She glanced over at Will and Bloo. "Truth from you, Will. What do you think? Crys, feel free to smack him if you don't like his answer."

(ooc: Awe, you're forgiven. ^^ )

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Will grinned. "I like it. It's very pretty on you. Please don't smack me," he added to Crystal, clutching Bloo protectively in front of his chest.

"Is it really this hard to find a dress? I just wake up and throw on whatever I feel like wearing at the moment. Of course, girls have it harder, right?"

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"Yes, it's hard for a girl to choose a dress, what are you, oblivious to fashion?" Crystal spat out, though gazing admirably at Amy's dress.

"It's so pretty! I think Jalen will really like it. Now, do a little twirl for me. Come on. Like a model!"

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"Awe, do I have to?" Amy shifted nervously before making a half-hearted turn to either side. "There. So you two really think..." She trailed off, moving to study herself again in a nearby mirror. After a few seconds, she grinned.

"Think we can find a ribbon anywhere that would match this? I'd like to wear my hair down, we could just pull the ribbon under..." She gestured with her fingers. "You know, under my hair and tied on the side? Or something."

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Will watched as Amy admired herself in the mirror. "I don't know, maybe...a ribbon is a bit too much?" Stupid Will. He should have kept his mouth closed. He knew nothing about fashion!

Slightly embarrassed, he backed away, looking at Crys to see what her reaction was to his comment.

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Crystal raised an eyebrow, then sighed.

"Silly Will, looking pretty on your wedding day is for girls." She punched him playfully on the shoulder.

"I actually think that's a good idea, Amy. I just don't know what color though..." Noticing a ribbon rack nearby, she grabbed a dark blue ribbon and held it up to Amy's hair.

"Now, is this good, or is it too much blue?"

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"Too much blue." She replied, giggling. "Find one that looks like the dress, if you can."

Amy glanced down at herself for a second before letting out a happy squeal. "OhmyGodI'mgettingmarried." She clasped her hands together over her heart, then flushed as she remembered Will. He wasn't used to her weirdness yet...though if she kept this up, it wouldn't take long.

"Um...lack of sugar. Or maybe too much?"

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"Ah, the sugar excuse, huh?" Will said as he rubbed the spot where Crystal had punched him.

"Of course, you aren't half as hyper as this lady over here." He pointed towards Crystal, aware that he would probably recieve more punches now that he had said that.

Trying to save face, he went over to the ribbon rack and pulled out a light green ribbon with one hand. Walking over to Amy, he dangled the ribbon across her hair, observing it in the mirror.

"How about this one?"

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"No, I'm not!" She said incredulously. How could he say that? It's not like she was bouncing all over the place.

Pouting a bit, she watched as Will held up the ribbon to Amy's hair. Huh. Maybe he did have some inner fashion sense or something like that.

"That looks okay. What do you think, Amy? Good, or not?"

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Eyeing the green ribbon, she shook her head, giggling slightly.

"Save it for Jalen. It might go with his shirt." She started going through the rack herself, finally pulling a matching ribbon free of the others with a triumphant "Ha!". Turning, she dangled it in front of Crys and Will. "This one. See, perfect. And Crys, let me say something: Igor and Shadow Hand."

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"Shadow Hand?" Will repeated, slightly confused. And why didn't she like the ribbon he had chosen for her? He had liked it.

"What's a shadow hand, Crystal? Please enlighten me." He said rather sarcastically as he shifted Bloo in his arms. The creme brulee, or rather, Flan, was getting rather heavy.

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Crystal rolled her eyes. "It's an inside joke, Will. You wouldn't be able to get it." She turned to Amy. "Don't try to weird him out any more than he can be, okay?"

She then walked over to Will and took the Flan from his arms. "Here, let me carry it." She wondered silently whether someday she would have to release it into the wild. She really didn't wantthat day to come.

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