Thrift Shop Threads

[notjustaface]

The jobs were sort of an accident, probably one Hannibal intended all along given it made life on the run all the more difficult. It certainly wasn't Face's first choice of ways to scratch together a little bit of cash.

And it was a little. A very depressing little.

Little enough that a cover ID requiring a decent suit under rack price - far under rack price.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he shakes his head - staring at the thrift store's hand-lettered sign. "Clothes come here to die."

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[notthatcrazy]

Murdock, on the other hand, loves thrift stores. He likes things that have a history, that have been loved before. (Face had argued that if they were really loved they wouldn't have ended up in the Consignment Shop of the Damned, but it wasn't enough to dampen his enthusiasm.)

"Just relax, if there's nothin' good here we'll go somewhere else."

[notjustaface]

Rolling his eyes, Face tucks his hands into his pockets - prepared for the worst.

"Let's just look for some clothes and get out of here, okay?"

[notthatcrazy]

Has he ever been able to get him to leave a store in a hurry?

"Yeah, yeah..."

He pulls him through the door, relieved to see that the small shop is well-laid out and organized. Not all of them are.

[notjustaface]

Despite multiple attempts over a decade? Not really, no. Which makes it almost worse.

To Face's eyes, it's a bit of chaos lacking the sparse obviousness of a menswear store. At least the long coats at the end of a rack seem promising.

"Where do we start?"

[notthatcrazy]

Sometimes you just can't take him anywhere.

"Your choice. Men's department is... that way, I think."

He's the well-dressed one. Murdock would be perfectly happy in t-shirts and jeans all the time if it was possible.

(He is eying the store's small toy section, however...)

[notjustaface]

"Department, right... You're funny."

Even dressed down in jeans and a polo he feels just a little - or a lot - out of his element.

Still, he's sucking it up because he knows that's the way things are.

[notthatcrazy]

"Section? Area? Place where things are?"

He nudges him. "Lighten up, it's not gonna kill ya."

[notjustaface]

"We can hope." He offers a wan smile but follows Murdock to the racks no less. There aren't many matched sets of pants and jackets but it's not a bad start.

"I haven't seen a tan suit since 1989." He laughs under his breath, pulling out a sandy light-tan number.

[notthatcrazy]

"If the ugly Christmas sweaters jump out and attack you, I promise I'll protect you."

He gives the suit the once-over. "Kinda looks like it came straight off the Miami Vice set."

[notjustaface]

Some of those sweaters are pretty intimidating.

"I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be caught dead in double breasted khaki." He shakes his head, putting it back to thumb through more.

"I'm thinking blue... maybe gray."

[notthatcrazy]

"Good luck."

His attention is already wandering toward the rack of old comic books in the far corner.

[notjustaface]

"I'll need it." He sighs, shaking his head as Murdock wanders off.

The selection is slim, but not entirely lost - even if the best looking of the bunch is polyester.

"I'm trying things on..." he calls over toward the more colorful side of the store.

[notthatcrazy]

"'Kay."

He'll pull it off. Somehow.

"Hey, I think some of these Star Wars toys are vintage."

He's not really expecting any excitement in return.

[notjustaface]

'Vintage' briefly catches his interest as he changes into the light navy slacks.

That's one way of looking at it.

"Murdock... I need you..." he calls from the fitting room that seriously lacks a mirror.

[notthatcrazy]

"Comin'."

He sets down the Boba Fett action figure that's nearly as old as he is and wanders back to the fitting rooms.

"You decent yet?"

[notjustaface]

"I'm always better than decent," he grins, poking his head out from behind a curtain.

"Come here, how does it look from behind?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Oh really?"

He raises an eyebrow, looking over the cut of the suit. He's not at all taking advantage of the opportunity to stare at his ass. Not at all.

"Looks okay to me. How's it feel?"

[notjustaface]

It's a good opportunity as he lowers the back of the jacket, shrugging his shoulders.

"Need to take it in a little at the waist and probably drop the hem an inch. Any weird pulls or anything?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Turn around for me."

He looks closely for anything out of the ordinary. (And yeah, maybe a little staring.)

"Looks good."

[notjustaface]

A little runway turn and flashed smile later, he's fairly confident in the look.

"Right... well... let me get out of these pants and then we can talk about a shirt and maybe a five-dollar watch."

He chuckles softly, leaning in to brush a kiss against his cheek in the close quarters.

[notthatcrazy]

He blushes slightly at the contact before turning to return the kiss.

"Think most of the watches they got are made of plastic, but maybe we'll find somethin' decent."

He gives him a pat on the butt in passing. "I'll let you get changed."

[notjustaface]

That blush makes it all worthwhile, and he whispers; "A little help with the zipper?"

Teasing is a reflex, Murdock... embrace the reflex.

[notthatcrazy]

"I think you can get dressed like a big boy," he grins.

He leans in close and whispers: "Later, babe."

[notjustaface]

A frown curls his lips only a second - barely a false pout.

"Way to kill a man's dreams..." he whispers back, stealing a small kiss.

"Go on, go find something cute we can name Wiggles."

[notthatcrazy]

"Just givin' you something to look forward to, darlin'."

He leaves the dressing room, leaving Face to collect himself.

"How attached are you to that name, 'cause I was thinkin' something more along the lines of Petunia."