[OPEN] A guaranteed personality

[spes_phthisica]

WHO: Souji, anyone who agreed to go shopping with him, and anyone else who wants to tag along.
WHAT: You know in high school movies / chick flicks when there's this awesome empowering shopping montage where everyone is laughing all the time and no one isn't fabulous?
This probably isn't going to be like that, let's be real.
WHERE: New York, I'm guessing. No, they didn't take the jet there, sorry.
WHEN: Saturday, 13/9
WARNING(S): This is a company consisting of a man who used to eat people, a woman with a PhD in Sexual Innuendo, a teacher who still has romantic feelings about someone who is technically a high school student, a high school student suffering from mutation-induced violent tendencies, and a rape survivor with PTSD. So, probably yes. Only Bridget isn't a walking CW/TW in and of himself, but people's reactions to him might warrant it.
Will add more specific things if required.

This will be a collection log of random things, so just throw up a header inside and play things out at leisure <3

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[spes_phthisica]

Souji's hand flies to his hair, his eyes widening slightly, and for a moment he's either too shocked and too flustered to speak, or a little bit of both. It's not that he's a complete stranger to compliments, but rather that he's not used to the kind that are far too spontaneous to have some kind of ulterior motive to them. "I- Thank you, that's very kind of you. I could say the same, really." He reaches out, looking barely conscious that he's doing it, and lifts a tress of Bridget's hair between his fingers, momentary awkwardness melting into a smile. "And I suppose I will have to trust you, since you seem to know what you're doing."

[kickstart_my_heart]

Bridget gave a sweet smile, blushing a bit himself.

"Welp, let's hit the rack. I'll pick you out at least a shirt and some trousers, and we'll see how it works out for you..." Bridget started poking through them, humming to himself.