World Refugees Final Mix

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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