St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles -- Swimwear Boutique

[intraspective]

It was a bright, airy looking store. A very nice one, actually, once you got past all the blue. Ino supposed that it made sense, but seriously, if they'd been really trying to bring to mind water with all the blue then she’d have thought they could’ve at least gotten the right shade—but, whatever, right?

They weren’t there for the décor; they were there for the swimwear! And, seriously, they had more than enough to look at.

“You know,” Ino said to Dōjima-san, as she stepped inside, “I can’t decide if it’s impressive that they’ve got a whole store full of swimwear or not. But, wow.” Okay, leaning more to the impressed side of things.

[For the other blonde with her! Who was, you know, modded with permission!]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I should take that back," she amended, twisting to look at herself and making a face. No. Totally no. "Romeo's the first guy I ever officially dated, but none of my 'special friends' or whatever were the romantic type, you know?"

Not that she really knew any of them that well.

[intraspective]

"I look like I'm wearing a candy cane," was her answer, mildly horrified. "And, yeah, I get you. Ichigo's... sweet. It's totally opposite. I'm not used to the guy thinking 'bout us going out on dates and stuff."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but are you a cute candy cane?" Dōjima teased, poking out her head. "I'm in 'army green' with a big flower on one boob."

[intraspective]

"I'm always cute," she insisted, giggling and leaning out of her stall a bit so she could see. "But even then, I don't normally look like a candy. The tag said watermelon! Only one flower? That's kinda lacking symmetry, and stuff."

It was a big difference! Or something.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Well, I've got the other flower," she laughed, tilting the suit just enough that Ino could see the tattoo on her hip. "It's just not the right kind."

[intraspective]

"Ooooh," she said, impressed and admiring. "Pretty. When'd you get it?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Spring break last year," Dōjima admitted, doing a little twirl. "Oh god, I am never having that much tequila ever again. But I've never been a very good 'Yurika', so I figured getting a oniyuri tattoo would be more my speed."

[intraspective]

She laughed, ducking back into the stall, and trying to decide which bikini to try on next.

"Wealth, pride, prosperity," she said, grinning.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I've got wealth," she replied, completely unrepentant as she went to try on the next victim. "Pride, well, I don't lack for that, either. Ever. Much to my father's dismay."

[intraspective]

"And prosperity is never a bad thing to wish for," she said, deciding that the reddish one with beads was a lot nicer. "Though I'm sure, when you feel like it, you could be sweet."

Ino fidgeted with the straps, peered over her shoulder at the fact that the back was kinda nonexistent. "I kind of like this one."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Usually when I want something," Dōjima confessed. "It's not genuine."

Well. Sometimes it was, but that would be weak to admit.

She frowned and adjusted the bottoms of her next choice. "Come out and let me see," she said, coming out from her stall. "Hey, does this make my hips look too big?"

[intraspective]

"That's the best way to go 'bout it," Ino declared. "Because then people don't take advantage of you so much." She fidgeted with the beads a moment longer before stepping out for inspection. Bikini inspection. That was a bit mental.

But awesomely so. "So, it's got colour--" a pause, "though not nearly so much as you do."