Noriko and Lydia, backdated to March 12
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om_mainLydia tries to help Noriko find something to wear to Jean-Paul's dinner party. Noriko is not impressed.
Noriko was headed back to her room, and had just turned into the corridor with all of the girls' rooms, when she spotted that redhead a few feet ahead of her, carrying enough shopping bags to make her eyebrows try and reach her hairline.
"What'd you do, rob a mall?" she asked doubtfully as she caught up with her. She was dressed in her usual second-hand, none-too-feminine way, and between that and the hair, the two girls' looks could hardly clash any more.
Lydia was sorely regretting not having called Scott, Brian, or Jean-Paul (it was his damn dinner party, after all) to help her carry her masses of Macy's and Nordstrom's bags, when she heard the girl in question. She assumed it was the Noriko Jean-Paul had found acceptable from various cues, and rather than caring that the girl did not look sympathetic, replied with, "I should've. How can I bribe you to take a few and not make me call someone else for help? Noriko, right?"
"Yeah," Noriko confirmed, and without answering the 'how' of Lydia's other question - which meant there was no need for payment, really - she closed the distance between them to grab a few bags from her. "I don't know your name," she added, apparently not at all bothered by that admission.
Neither was Lydia particularly. Not that it would've stopped her from handing off a few bags, either way. "Lydia. I know yours from Jean-Paul. He said he invited you to his dinner party this weekend."
"Yeah," Noriko nodded, following Lydia towards what was presumably the girl's room. "I didn't really ask who else was coming."
Lydia shot Noriko a sideways glance, searching for a hint of judgment but unable to discern one. There wasn't much in her that Lydia would normally consider promise, but if Jean-Paul liked her, there must be a reason. As they headed down the girls' hall, she said, "It's an interesting mix, anyhow. I was looking for something to wear and ended up with more options than I need." Which she was aware might look like an understatement to most, but for Lydia, who was fully capable of changing her clothes three times during a given party, it really wasn't.
"No shit," Noriko stated wryly. Things she really couldn't be bothered with? Fashion was high up there. She wasn't sure she even owned as many clothes as Lydia had clearly bought today.
Lydia smirked. "But not too many." She looked Noriko over, not so much critically (which, again, if not for the Jean-Paul stamp of approval it would've been) as interestedly. Girl was about the same height, but thinner. As in underfed-thin. Still, didn't look like she knew what to do with it. "What are you wearing to the dinner?"
Noriko frowned, lips twisting into a distasteful moue. "There's a dress code?" Because she'd planned on wearing her usual clothes. It wasn't like she had anything else, or wanted to blow her allowance on getting anything else. Or wanted to wear anything else, for that matter.
Lydia shrugged one shoulder, clicking the lock and opening her own door, then nodding in the general "in" direction. "I don't think so, but it's a nice place, and I'm sure he'll look good. He usually does. Might as well be on the level."
Noriko walked in and gave a quick look at either side of the room, making a quick guess as to which would be Lydia's, and putting the bags down by the bed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure my wardrobe has nothing in it that would qualify." She didn't sound heartbroken about it, either.
"I have a lot of things you could try," Lydia pointed out, looking Noriko up and down again.
"Things I might actually wear?" Noriko asked, looking Lydia up and down in answer. "No offense," she added, because she really wasn't out to offend the other girl. It was a real question.
"None taken," Lydia replied flippantly. She really, really did not need this fashion victim's opinion of her wardrobe to feel like her life was complete. "It'll say more about you than about what's in my closet. But the odds are good--I do have a lot of clothes."
She opened the closet to reveal the truth of it. Admittedly, most of her things were skirts, but she did have a few nice pairs of slacks. They would hang a bit oddly off Noriko, but better than the cheap crap she was wearing now, anyhow. If they wanted to get really ambitious. "So why not give it a try?"
Noriko looked very clearly skeptical as she walked up to the closet to peer at its contents. "Why not," she wryly echoed.
Lydia hummed thoughtfully as she glanced at the sleeves in a row. Maybe a jacket of some kind? Seemed, well, boyish enough for Noriko's style. Rather, the girl had no style, so more like her personality. Yes. Forget ambitious, for now. "Do you have a nice pair of jeans? We could just dress them up with something, if so."
Noriko was half-heartedly looking at the sleeves, lifting one here and there to have a better look (possibly as if the jacket or top it belonged to might bite her). Even before she said anything, the look on her face said it all. "Yeah, um. Anything that doesn't look like what daddy's perfect little girl would wear?"
"Mmmkay..." Lydia selected her own wardrobe for the evening quickly and held it up to herself. "Well, this is what I'm wearing, which probably looks very daddy's perfect little girl to you, but is, in fact, the opposite. Just to gauge your precise definition, however, am I right?"
"Yeah," Noriko confirmed without an instant's hesitation, and with feeling. And then some.
"That's a good starting point," Lydia said--though if the girl seriously thought that was too preppy, there wasn't a whole lot of hope for her. Still, for Jean-Paul, she would try. She hung her own outfit back up and grabbed two tops. "Okay, are flower prints too perfect little girl? This one's fairly casual--and I think I've only worn it once--but this one would dress up your jeans a little more successfully. Highly recommended."
Noriko looked between the two tops and Lydia's face, trying to find any hint of the other girl pulling her leg. "You've gotta have the best poker face ever, because there's no way you're being serious right now." Nothing about her screamed 'flowery print is a good option', as far as she knew, or if something did, she wanted it gone.
Lydia rolled her eyes. And she'd thought Toph was hard to convince... "I don't know you--all I know is that what you're wearing right now is not a good sign for your closet. Work with me." She hung the flowered tops up. "I have some stripes that might work, but what about something a little plainer? This with a sweater could work--simple, but still serves to dress up jeans, if you go with the right accessories. Getting warmer?"
Noriko crossed her arms over her chest at Lydia's words about her closet (not that she really was all that touchy about her clothes, it was more about rich white girl, poor Asian chick in this case). "I'm not gonna wear anything girly," she spelled out for Lydia, since she clearly needed to. And that? Was freaking girly.
Feigning obliviousness--really not caring--about Nori's little brat-fit, Lydia turned back to the closet and hung it up. "Right. Nothing girly. How about this?" She pulled out a jacket--one she didn't much care for because it wasn't girly--but it was professional, and that could come in handy sometimes. "You can wear it with jeans and over literally anything. Ribbed under-tank. Seriously."
Noriko frowned, lips pursed into a disapproving moue. "That's girly." She didn't mean to be a bitch about it, but she wasn't dressing like a girl for Jean-Paul. He'd get it; he knew her. "Look, thanks, but this isn't gonna work out." She could bet that everything the girl owned was girly.
Lydia examined the jacket again, genuinely baffled. "This. Is girly." It was sort of a question, but mostly not. Noriko had spoken. "Yeah, okay, you're right. If this is girly, it's not gonna work."
She looked up again. "So just out of curiosity, what would not be girly, but still slightly dressed up?"
"Hey, you're the fashionista," Noriko replied, even though she was going to have to figure it out by the night of that meal, for Jean-Paul's sake. Freaking perfect. Guy's clothes, probably.
Lydia's mind was following much the same track; god knew she'd dressed Jackson enough, and she'd already had urges to stuff Scott into something decent. "You're pretty small, but there's gotta be some guy around here who can help."
"Yeah, I'll figure something out," Noriko assured her, stepping back from the Wardrobe of Girly Doom. "Thanks for trying."
Lydia arched one eyebrow. "Good luck, soldier."
"Yeah." She'd probably need it, but whatever. "See you around."
Noriko was headed back to her room, and had just turned into the corridor with all of the girls' rooms, when she spotted that redhead a few feet ahead of her, carrying enough shopping bags to make her eyebrows try and reach her hairline.
"What'd you do, rob a mall?" she asked doubtfully as she caught up with her. She was dressed in her usual second-hand, none-too-feminine way, and between that and the hair, the two girls' looks could hardly clash any more.
Lydia was sorely regretting not having called Scott, Brian, or Jean-Paul (it was his damn dinner party, after all) to help her carry her masses of Macy's and Nordstrom's bags, when she heard the girl in question. She assumed it was the Noriko Jean-Paul had found acceptable from various cues, and rather than caring that the girl did not look sympathetic, replied with, "I should've. How can I bribe you to take a few and not make me call someone else for help? Noriko, right?"
"Yeah," Noriko confirmed, and without answering the 'how' of Lydia's other question - which meant there was no need for payment, really - she closed the distance between them to grab a few bags from her. "I don't know your name," she added, apparently not at all bothered by that admission.
Neither was Lydia particularly. Not that it would've stopped her from handing off a few bags, either way. "Lydia. I know yours from Jean-Paul. He said he invited you to his dinner party this weekend."
"Yeah," Noriko nodded, following Lydia towards what was presumably the girl's room. "I didn't really ask who else was coming."
Lydia shot Noriko a sideways glance, searching for a hint of judgment but unable to discern one. There wasn't much in her that Lydia would normally consider promise, but if Jean-Paul liked her, there must be a reason. As they headed down the girls' hall, she said, "It's an interesting mix, anyhow. I was looking for something to wear and ended up with more options than I need." Which she was aware might look like an understatement to most, but for Lydia, who was fully capable of changing her clothes three times during a given party, it really wasn't.
"No shit," Noriko stated wryly. Things she really couldn't be bothered with? Fashion was high up there. She wasn't sure she even owned as many clothes as Lydia had clearly bought today.
Lydia smirked. "But not too many." She looked Noriko over, not so much critically (which, again, if not for the Jean-Paul stamp of approval it would've been) as interestedly. Girl was about the same height, but thinner. As in underfed-thin. Still, didn't look like she knew what to do with it. "What are you wearing to the dinner?"
Noriko frowned, lips twisting into a distasteful moue. "There's a dress code?" Because she'd planned on wearing her usual clothes. It wasn't like she had anything else, or wanted to blow her allowance on getting anything else. Or wanted to wear anything else, for that matter.
Lydia shrugged one shoulder, clicking the lock and opening her own door, then nodding in the general "in" direction. "I don't think so, but it's a nice place, and I'm sure he'll look good. He usually does. Might as well be on the level."
Noriko walked in and gave a quick look at either side of the room, making a quick guess as to which would be Lydia's, and putting the bags down by the bed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure my wardrobe has nothing in it that would qualify." She didn't sound heartbroken about it, either.
"I have a lot of things you could try," Lydia pointed out, looking Noriko up and down again.
"Things I might actually wear?" Noriko asked, looking Lydia up and down in answer. "No offense," she added, because she really wasn't out to offend the other girl. It was a real question.
"None taken," Lydia replied flippantly. She really, really did not need this fashion victim's opinion of her wardrobe to feel like her life was complete. "It'll say more about you than about what's in my closet. But the odds are good--I do have a lot of clothes."
She opened the closet to reveal the truth of it. Admittedly, most of her things were skirts, but she did have a few nice pairs of slacks. They would hang a bit oddly off Noriko, but better than the cheap crap she was wearing now, anyhow. If they wanted to get really ambitious. "So why not give it a try?"
Noriko looked very clearly skeptical as she walked up to the closet to peer at its contents. "Why not," she wryly echoed.
Lydia hummed thoughtfully as she glanced at the sleeves in a row. Maybe a jacket of some kind? Seemed, well, boyish enough for Noriko's style. Rather, the girl had no style, so more like her personality. Yes. Forget ambitious, for now. "Do you have a nice pair of jeans? We could just dress them up with something, if so."
Noriko was half-heartedly looking at the sleeves, lifting one here and there to have a better look (possibly as if the jacket or top it belonged to might bite her). Even before she said anything, the look on her face said it all. "Yeah, um. Anything that doesn't look like what daddy's perfect little girl would wear?"
"Mmmkay..." Lydia selected her own wardrobe for the evening quickly and held it up to herself. "Well, this is what I'm wearing, which probably looks very daddy's perfect little girl to you, but is, in fact, the opposite. Just to gauge your precise definition, however, am I right?"
"Yeah," Noriko confirmed without an instant's hesitation, and with feeling. And then some.
"That's a good starting point," Lydia said--though if the girl seriously thought that was too preppy, there wasn't a whole lot of hope for her. Still, for Jean-Paul, she would try. She hung her own outfit back up and grabbed two tops. "Okay, are flower prints too perfect little girl? This one's fairly casual--and I think I've only worn it once--but this one would dress up your jeans a little more successfully. Highly recommended."
Noriko looked between the two tops and Lydia's face, trying to find any hint of the other girl pulling her leg. "You've gotta have the best poker face ever, because there's no way you're being serious right now." Nothing about her screamed 'flowery print is a good option', as far as she knew, or if something did, she wanted it gone.
Lydia rolled her eyes. And she'd thought Toph was hard to convince... "I don't know you--all I know is that what you're wearing right now is not a good sign for your closet. Work with me." She hung the flowered tops up. "I have some stripes that might work, but what about something a little plainer? This with a sweater could work--simple, but still serves to dress up jeans, if you go with the right accessories. Getting warmer?"
Noriko crossed her arms over her chest at Lydia's words about her closet (not that she really was all that touchy about her clothes, it was more about rich white girl, poor Asian chick in this case). "I'm not gonna wear anything girly," she spelled out for Lydia, since she clearly needed to. And that? Was freaking girly.
Feigning obliviousness--really not caring--about Nori's little brat-fit, Lydia turned back to the closet and hung it up. "Right. Nothing girly. How about this?" She pulled out a jacket--one she didn't much care for because it wasn't girly--but it was professional, and that could come in handy sometimes. "You can wear it with jeans and over literally anything. Ribbed under-tank. Seriously."
Noriko frowned, lips pursed into a disapproving moue. "That's girly." She didn't mean to be a bitch about it, but she wasn't dressing like a girl for Jean-Paul. He'd get it; he knew her. "Look, thanks, but this isn't gonna work out." She could bet that everything the girl owned was girly.
Lydia examined the jacket again, genuinely baffled. "This. Is girly." It was sort of a question, but mostly not. Noriko had spoken. "Yeah, okay, you're right. If this is girly, it's not gonna work."
She looked up again. "So just out of curiosity, what would not be girly, but still slightly dressed up?"
"Hey, you're the fashionista," Noriko replied, even though she was going to have to figure it out by the night of that meal, for Jean-Paul's sake. Freaking perfect. Guy's clothes, probably.
Lydia's mind was following much the same track; god knew she'd dressed Jackson enough, and she'd already had urges to stuff Scott into something decent. "You're pretty small, but there's gotta be some guy around here who can help."
"Yeah, I'll figure something out," Noriko assured her, stepping back from the Wardrobe of Girly Doom. "Thanks for trying."
Lydia arched one eyebrow. "Good luck, soldier."
"Yeah." She'd probably need it, but whatever. "See you around."
