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[ Open post | Tomorrow is another day, And you won't have to hide away ...]
What: Five being Five and also done with having a child body, so he does something stupid about it.
Where: Umbrella Academy House.
When: End of S2 but ignoring the last 5 minutes of episode 10.
Warnings: Again, Five being Five.
Who: Five + anyone foolish enough to walk into the hot mess that is his life
A ] Nothing surpasses the beauty and elegance of a bad idea.
[ From ceiling to floor, the walls of Five's old room are covered with equations. They're not the ones Luther found him writing a month ago -For Luther that happened a year and a month ago, time travel is funny like that- but new ones that Five keeps adding daily. Allison, bless her motherly heart, mentioned something about Claire drawing on the walls when she was a toddler, and yesterday a huge, movable chalkboard had found its way into Five's room.
Klaus had been half right when he accused him of being addicted to the Apocalypse. His fixation wasn't interest in the End of The World on itself but the by-product of an obsessive mind that needed something to focus on. After 45 years with a clear goal in mind, spending decades thinking of ways of going back, to save his family, Five has no contingency plan, no idea what to do now that doomsday has been adverted. Some days he still can't believe it and most nights he doesn't want to fall sleep fearing that he will wake up with the taste of ashes in his mouth and the smell of burning flesh in the air, back in the remains of the library.
And yet, it looks like this time the apocalypse had been stopped for good. The Temps Commission, now under new management, is happy to leave the Hargreeves alone, lest they piss them off and people starts getting murdered. Vanya has better control of her powers and seems happier than before. It's good, not perfect, but more peace and happiness than Five ever dreamed to have. More than he ever thought he deserved.
Naturally, it's driving him a little insane.
Because things just don't go well in his life or with his family, and he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Shortly after they all came back from Dallas, Five had crashed and he spent the next 2 days sleeping like a brick. It was really embarrassing and only reminded him of how inconvenient it was to be stuck in a child's body that is nowhere near as durable as his older one. And that was when a new obsession and the equations started.
See, Five has a theory. One that he didn't bother to share with his siblings because they wouldn't understand anyway and there is no point in worrying them unnecessarily. Said theory is based on the idea that his powers had, so far, allowed him to travel through time but it stands to reason that the opposite could happen and he would be able to move time through him instead. Case in point: Child's body that shouldn't be here, yet somehow is, while his mind is the one of an adult.
Finding the right equation to use and apply it to his power is tricky because if he messes things up, he can go overboard and age too much too quickly and kill himself in the process. Quantum Physics are a pain in the ass but not as much as having to go through puberty a second time, or dealing with old ladies that call him 'darling' and then try to pat his head. So there goes nothing. Once he is 99'98% sure that he has the right equation, Five shifts his wrist and concentrates, a familiar blue light surrounding first his hands and then the rest of his body.
It's a different sensation from time traveling or spatial jumping. For starters, it hurts a whole lot more. His head feels like it's being split in two and there are bulls doing the merengue on his grey matter. His muscles burn and there's no air in his lungs when he tries to take a deep breath, chest seizing up as if he's drowning. Small drops of sweat run down his temple and neck. It feels as if he's an elastic cord, the tension growing exponentially until the stress is too much and something has to snap. His bones are melting and reshaping and Five hears his clothes rip and tear as his vision goes blurry.
All that, he had anticipated.
The door of his room exploding, not so much.
Oops. ]
Klaus had been half right when he accused him of being addicted to the Apocalypse. His fixation wasn't interest in the End of The World on itself but the by-product of an obsessive mind that needed something to focus on. After 45 years with a clear goal in mind, spending decades thinking of ways of going back, to save his family, Five has no contingency plan, no idea what to do now that doomsday has been adverted. Some days he still can't believe it and most nights he doesn't want to fall sleep fearing that he will wake up with the taste of ashes in his mouth and the smell of burning flesh in the air, back in the remains of the library.
And yet, it looks like this time the apocalypse had been stopped for good. The Temps Commission, now under new management, is happy to leave the Hargreeves alone, lest they piss them off and people starts getting murdered. Vanya has better control of her powers and seems happier than before. It's good, not perfect, but more peace and happiness than Five ever dreamed to have. More than he ever thought he deserved.
Naturally, it's driving him a little insane.
Because things just don't go well in his life or with his family, and he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Shortly after they all came back from Dallas, Five had crashed and he spent the next 2 days sleeping like a brick. It was really embarrassing and only reminded him of how inconvenient it was to be stuck in a child's body that is nowhere near as durable as his older one. And that was when a new obsession and the equations started.
See, Five has a theory. One that he didn't bother to share with his siblings because they wouldn't understand anyway and there is no point in worrying them unnecessarily. Said theory is based on the idea that his powers had, so far, allowed him to travel through time but it stands to reason that the opposite could happen and he would be able to move time through him instead. Case in point: Child's body that shouldn't be here, yet somehow is, while his mind is the one of an adult.
Finding the right equation to use and apply it to his power is tricky because if he messes things up, he can go overboard and age too much too quickly and kill himself in the process. Quantum Physics are a pain in the ass but not as much as having to go through puberty a second time, or dealing with old ladies that call him 'darling' and then try to pat his head. So there goes nothing. Once he is 99'98% sure that he has the right equation, Five shifts his wrist and concentrates, a familiar blue light surrounding first his hands and then the rest of his body.
It's a different sensation from time traveling or spatial jumping. For starters, it hurts a whole lot more. His head feels like it's being split in two and there are bulls doing the merengue on his grey matter. His muscles burn and there's no air in his lungs when he tries to take a deep breath, chest seizing up as if he's drowning. Small drops of sweat run down his temple and neck. It feels as if he's an elastic cord, the tension growing exponentially until the stress is too much and something has to snap. His bones are melting and reshaping and Five hears his clothes rip and tear as his vision goes blurry.
All that, he had anticipated.
The door of his room exploding, not so much.
Oops. ]
B] I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.
[ Once the screaming, the yelling and the 'are you out of your fucking mind????' accusations had died down, and there had been a lot of those, Five is left trying to adjust to his new body.
It's still a little younger than he should be, much closer in looks to his siblings than his actual age, but he had tried to be cautious with the change and not age himself too far. Part of him, even if Five doesn't want to admit out loud, likes the idea of fitting in more with his family. The body seems to be fully functional, all his limbs are responding as they should, his powers working just fine and the headache of the first 3 hours is now gone.
Five has only stared at his face in the mirror briefly, trying to decide if he needed to shave and then not bothering with it. He didn't really pay attention to how he actually looks like, more concerned with finding clothes that fit him because the uniform doesn't anymore, thanks all the gods he doesn't believe in. The idea of checking for anything useful in Luther or Allison's closets is quickly discarded, the clothes too big or too colorful for his linking.
Diego's wardrobe is mostly all black, which suits Five just fine, but it isn't perfect either. The sweaters are nice but the sleeves are a tad too long and the open collar leaves part of Five's collarbone and the curve of his shoulder visible. He refuses to wear the turtlenecks on principle, so this is still a step up over walking around the house covered with a towel. Beggars can't be choosers. The pants, however, are a no-go. Too tight in some places and too loose in others, and overall too long. Five might have an older body and longer legs now but it looks like he will never really be properly tall.
In an act of pure desperation, while wearing one of Diego's old black sweaters that is surprisingly comfortable, Five checks Klaus' room next. It's either trying his brother's clothes or Vanya's, and Five actually respects her privacy enough to leave her room alone. ]
It was easier to find clothes in the Apocalypse. [ The man grumbles while holding a pair of leather pants. They're clean and they're his size but they're also leather pants.
Five tosses them into the pile of clothes already present on top of the bed. He finds a skirt next, that he's pretty sure belonged to Allison at some point, and actually gives it some thought before putting it back where he found it. In the end, Five slips into a pair of skinny low-rise jeans, frowning down at them when they still leave his belly button exposed. The sweater should cover it but it still feels weird when he walks. ]
How does he even move in these!?
It's still a little younger than he should be, much closer in looks to his siblings than his actual age, but he had tried to be cautious with the change and not age himself too far. Part of him, even if Five doesn't want to admit out loud, likes the idea of fitting in more with his family. The body seems to be fully functional, all his limbs are responding as they should, his powers working just fine and the headache of the first 3 hours is now gone.
Five has only stared at his face in the mirror briefly, trying to decide if he needed to shave and then not bothering with it. He didn't really pay attention to how he actually looks like, more concerned with finding clothes that fit him because the uniform doesn't anymore, thanks all the gods he doesn't believe in. The idea of checking for anything useful in Luther or Allison's closets is quickly discarded, the clothes too big or too colorful for his linking.
Diego's wardrobe is mostly all black, which suits Five just fine, but it isn't perfect either. The sweaters are nice but the sleeves are a tad too long and the open collar leaves part of Five's collarbone and the curve of his shoulder visible. He refuses to wear the turtlenecks on principle, so this is still a step up over walking around the house covered with a towel. Beggars can't be choosers. The pants, however, are a no-go. Too tight in some places and too loose in others, and overall too long. Five might have an older body and longer legs now but it looks like he will never really be properly tall.
In an act of pure desperation, while wearing one of Diego's old black sweaters that is surprisingly comfortable, Five checks Klaus' room next. It's either trying his brother's clothes or Vanya's, and Five actually respects her privacy enough to leave her room alone. ]
It was easier to find clothes in the Apocalypse. [ The man grumbles while holding a pair of leather pants. They're clean and they're his size but they're also leather pants.
Five tosses them into the pile of clothes already present on top of the bed. He finds a skirt next, that he's pretty sure belonged to Allison at some point, and actually gives it some thought before putting it back where he found it. In the end, Five slips into a pair of skinny low-rise jeans, frowning down at them when they still leave his belly button exposed. The sweater should cover it but it still feels weird when he walks. ]
How does he even move in these!?
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Vanya just closes her eyes, contemplating how maybe it wouldn't have been such a bad thing to die from moon asteroids, before she turns around again and goes to Luther's room.]
Put something on. [She pulls out the first pair of pants from Luther's dresser that looks vaguely like it can fit Five and just throws it at his face.] Pants.
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If it helps her any, he's not weirded out by Vanya finding him attractive. He's weirded out by the idea of being someone worth looking at all, not for his skill in a battle or his powers but his looks. It's a new concept. He stays in the corridor this time, giving her the mercy of not following Vanya around, and gets a pair of sweatpants to throw on his face for his trouble. Lovely. ]
Thanks. [ His voice is dry but not unkind. Five almost starts changing right there before remembering that he's wearing nothing under that towel. ] I'll be back in a second.
[ Shifting his feet, there's a flash of blue light as Five jumps to go get changed in his room. Since he's holding the pants Vanya gave him and not keeping a hand on the towel, it undoes as he turns and gets left behind when Five disappears. ]
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Vanya's face becomes bright red as he manages to moon her as he leaves, his towel hitting the floor. She slaps her hand over her eyes, groaning quietly as her face burns.
Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it. And here she thought she had entirely avoided the weird line blurs in their family relationships.
Alright, Vanya. Pull yourself together. So what if Five is now not only your favorite brother, but also really attractive? Just... never talk to him again. Or try really hard to ignore it, and maybe it'll go away. Maybe he'll start messing with time again and turn into a baby. Then things will be back to him being adorable and their family will be as normal as it possibly can be.
Vanya waits for that knee-jerk disgusted reaction people are supposed to have about feelings like these, but it doesn't come. So instead she throws her hands up in the air and goes downstairs to pour herself a drink. Sissy taught her how to make a mean gin fizz.]
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He puts on Luther's sweatpants without further fanfare, relieved that they do fit him thanks to the elastic at the waist, even if he has to fold the bottoms of the pants so he doesn't trip when he walks. A deep frown appears on his face when he bothers to check himself in the mirror. He looks absolutely ridiculous with a sweater and sport sweatpants but at least he now will be allowed to enter some store like this and get himself some decent clothes. Maybe a suit.
Vanya has the comfort that Five and she didn't see each other since they were 13 so it's not like they grew up in the same close way as Luther and Allison did. That might help? Not like he's thinking about it...well not completely. Now that he's taking a good look at himself, Five is thinking about her words. He didn't look like this when he lived alone in the Apocalypse, never this clean-shaven or healthy. Never so free of scars left by injuries, sickness, or starvation. Vanya would have been disgusted by him if she had seen him then, Five's sure. But she isn't now, which is...disconcerting. Not in a bad way, just unexpected. She could do better. She deserves better.
Frowning at himself again for his stupid train of thought, Five puts on a pair of sneakers he snatches from Klaus and leaves. Before he goes to meet Vanya downstairs he picks up the towel from the corridor and drops it on the laundry basket because their robot mom didn't raise them in a barn. His mood improves considerably when he finds Vanya at the bar, Five immediately gives her a shameless smile. ]
Ooooh, get me one of those too. We're going to need it. Is the shopping idea still up?
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Vanya arches an eyebrow with a rueful quirk of the lips before nodding and mixing up a fizz for him.]
Yeah. Of course shopping is still up. [She even puts a little lemon wedge on his drink before sliding it over to him.] At least now you’re not ruining your second round of brain development. That would have been a sorry way to celebrate saving the world.
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Good because I'm going to need underwear.[ Did Vanya need to know that he's going around comando? Probably not but Five and 'Not saying everything that crosses his mind' don't always go hand in hand. ]
Let's have a toast to adulthood then. [ He raises his glass to her before continuing. ] I still can forge Dad's signature and I found his pre-printed checks. Do you want to treat yourself to anything? Maybe a new violin?
[ He's well aware of what happened the last time Vanya tried to play but he honestly misses her music. And Five thinks that so does she. ]
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But she hesitates, the gears in her head switching as Five brings up the violin. She lowers her half-empty glass to the bar, frowning at the frothy liquid on top.
There’s a rim of froth on her lip. She licks it away absently.]
...I should, shouldn't I? I haven’t blown anything up by accident in a while. And... I do miss it.
[It’s an understatement. She aches for her violin. She hasn’t practiced in so long and she’s worried about losing her hard-won skill. It feels like losing her violin is losing her voice.
But also, losing her voice is a better alternative to blowing up the moon again.]
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The rim of froth on her lip makes Five's own twitch, as if he wants to smile but he's trying really hard not to. Blue eyes are oddly captivated by the way she simply licks it away and then he chastises himself and stares down at his drink.
He looked at the picture in Vanya's book daily while growing old in the Apocalypse. From all his siblings, she was the face that he knew better, that he had fully memorized. The only one who's adult image had still been of someone alive, if not exactly happy. It's a bit different now that they're back from Dallas. She's much more lively and she's done taking people's bullshit, and Five thinks that's why he enjoys looking at her face so much. It's only studying the differences, he lies to himself. ]
I think it will do you good. Music always made you feel better and you could make others feel at peace too. [ Others, him...Five might be projecting a little. ] If you are worried about your powers, the violin could help to channel them too. You have a much better hold of them now.
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But she hears what he doesn't say. He misses hearing the violin. A small smile comes to her face as she thinks about it. He always had been the one who sought her out most while she was practicing. At the time, she'd feared it was only because Five so disliked the others that he could stand to tolerate her music, but with her new confidence and distance from the pain of their childhood, she thinks he just liked the music and her company. It's funny that the simplest explanation for his behavior had been the hardest for her to believe at the time.]
...Alright. But only if you promise to spot me the first time I start again, okay? [Vanya trusts that out of any of their siblings, Five is the most qualified to stop her in her tracks if he sees her power getting out of hand without freaking her out enough to take down a building.]
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[ Probably for the better, he wouldn't have known what to do but snark if she or anybody else had noticed, which wouldn't have been fair for Vanya. She had always been good at understanding the things he can't voice and given how he has a lot of unsaid things always going on in his mind, it's an amazing skill for her to have. ]
I promise. If things get out of control, I can always jump us somewhere. You can make more crop circles on fields for Farmers to be confused about.
[ That was an attempt of a joke. ]
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Okay. But only because seeing the farmers talk about aliens on the news would be really funny. [And because he's right. She does desperately miss the violin, and she doesn't know what to do with herself when she doesn't have music. It's like a part of her is missing.
She sips at her fizz, looking at Five and trying to ignore how goddamn attractive he is.] What about you? Anything you want to splurge on with dad's checking account?
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Oh, long pants. They need to reach my ankles and not have an elastic waistband. And not be baggy either, I'm not a punk. I'm thinking about getting a few suits.
[ Sorry Vanya, your not-so-little-brother now is really an old man sometimes. He's only wearing these out of necessity and he already can't wait to get rid of them. Five finishes his drink before adding, ]
We could bring something for the others too.
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She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head as the fizz starts to work its way through her, making her warm and loose and tingly.]
God, you’re such an old man. Is that all you’re going to try? [She lets out another small, bubbly chuckle.] Wait, wait, have you ever actually worn jeans in your life?
[Dad certainly didn’t allow jeans. How many jeans are lying around in the apocalypse? Or at the Commission?]
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I am an old man. [ He doesn't even look sorry about it but gives an exaggerated shrug, which shows he's in a joking mood about it. Five has to think about her question for a second before shaking his head. ]
No. I found some in the Apocalypse but jeans were too hot to wear and then took too long to dry when they got wet. Too cold to wear them at night too.
[ None in the commission, these people are still stuck in the 50s. ]
Do you think I would look good in them?
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She finishes off her fizz, a little bit of foam on the corner of her mouth.]
Try some on at the store and see what you think. The world is your oyster now. You don’t have to worry about what’s practical or what fits in Dad’s or the Commission’s dress code.
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Whatever he's going to say next gets forgotten when he spots the speck of foam on her face. Was she ever this endearing when they were kids? He thinks the answer is still yes. What happened in Dallas, as well as Vanya being free from a medication that she didn't need, seemed to have given her a new sense of self. She's more outspoken and she looks happier and in turn, it makes him happier too.
Before Five even realizes what he's doing, he's reaching out and brushing his thumb over the corner of her mouth to clean off the foam. ]
I can't promise to buy one but I can promise to give it a try. I like that.
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Hopefully it's not too obvious. She just drank a whole gin fizz. People get red after drinking. That's normal.]
Yeah, well, we should go to the mall, shouldn't we? [Luckily, Vanya's able to recover quicker than normal because of good old-fashioned alcohol.] Go grab dad's checkbook. He can spoil us from beyond the grave.
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I'm driving. Now that I look like this we shouldn't have any problems. I'll meet you in the garage.
[ Not like he really cared before if the police tried to stop a 13 years old for driving a car before. Five gives her a quick nod and spatial jumps away, mentally berating himself...for what he's not sure. He does it out of habit sometimes.
A short ride later and they're finally at the mall. It's not bustling with people as Five feared because it's a Tuesday morning and not the weekend but there's still too many strangers for his liking. He forgets sometimes show noisy the world is when filled with alive people. While it's comforting in a 'I'm no longer the last person on earth' kind of sense, it also makes him feel like he does not belong. So naturally, he sticks close to Vanya. ]
Do you want to get the violin or the clothes first?
[ He would like to get rid of his hideous outfit as soon as possible but since she's doing him the favor of coming here with him, Five lets her choose. ]
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Oh, she really hopes this doesn't keep up. Otherwise she might need to sulk to Allison about it.
But things are okay again when they're in the car, Five being typical Five by insisting on driving and also somehow looking like a grumpy old man even with the face of a thirty-year-old. Once they park, he sticks close to her like a comforting shadow. It's probably uncomfortable for him to be among this many people doing a completely normal thing normal people do. Vanya flashes him a reassuring smile.]
It will take forever for me to pick the right violin. Let's start with your clothes.
[Vanya, as any good professional, is very picky about her instrument. It needs to have the right sound and the right feel. Plus, violins are finicky instruments that require a certain amount of faith to play, so she needs a violin worth having faith in.
Vanya leads the way to the first outlet she thinks Five will like. It's a smaller brand, less for flash fashion of rushing adults looking to grab something off the rack and more for sharper, more dignified clothes meant to last a while. She doesn't think Five would see the value in clothes that fall apart in a year, and she doesn't think he'd have the patience to renew his wardrobe that often.] Does anything catch your eye?
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That's a worry for another time, though, now he's focused on the issue at hand. That being: people, clothes and violins. Count on her to make things easier and agreeing to go for clothes first, almost as if she's read what's going on in his mind. He smiles back briefly. ]
Hopefully, the clothes won't take me that long. [ Nevermind the fact he needs a whole wardrobe. Someone, please show this old man how to buy stuff online. ] But if we end staying here for hours, then we should eat something. Do you know if that Italian restaurant we went to once is still open? I only remember that it was in the rooftop and that they made some great Focaccia Bread. I bet they make good coffee.
[ That was like one time and 20 years ago but Five still remembers it. It will be miracle if the place is still open but it was a family restaurant, so he has hope. Following her around like a puppy and trusting Vanya's judgment, Five looks at the rows of clothes and finally makes an approving sound at the view. ]
Yes. [ She's got a good eye and knows his taste so he's humming quietly to himself every now and then as he picks up tailored shirts and matching jackets, pants, underwear socks, vest...A few ties because habits die hard. He is making an attempt to dress less conservative now that he has the body of a 30 years old so he is favoring navy suits over boring brown ones. Five also has to fight the urge to spatial jump all around the shop to get things done more quickly.
He spent 45 years scavenging clothes for himself while dressing Dolores in much nicer outfits, as a mannequin she didn't have to worry about the cold or hot weather, and that is also a habit that he hasn't lost. It's the reason why Five moves over the women section and studies the clothes there critically - but never the dresses, he remembers Vanya's disdain for skirts - before choosing a green and blue jacket and showing it to her. ]
This would look very nice on you.
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[She has fond memories of the few restaurants they went out too, especially Griddy's, despite the fact that it recently had a mass murder inside.
Vanya thinks that Five is demonstrating remarkable restraint by not just popping in and out of space as fast as he can, and she smiles as he piles on more clothes, nodding along as he focuses mainly on suits--or at best, business casual. But hey, he'll try on jeans, and maybe in a couple years she can work him down to wearing normal clothes.
Going to the women's section is mildly unexpected, but Five has been known to wear skirts on occasion so she doesn't question it until he's offering her a jacket. Vanya's eyebrows go up.] Oh--you think so?
[Vanya dares to take the jacket, slipping it on over her shirt to get a feel for the fit. It is her style. A more chic version of her style, in fact. It's actually touching, though not surprising, that Five is thinking about her too. She poses for him to see.] What do you think now?
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[ Ah, right, the mass murder at Griddy's...maybe that was justified, Maybe it was a bunch of time travelling assholes who deserved it for wanting to End the world. Who can tell? It's one of those mysteries for the ages.
Five would have been jumping around the aisles if he were alone like he used to do in the Apocalypse because time was of the essence but since she's being patient with him, he is trying to behave like a normal, sane person. It also happens that he actually enjoys finding clothes of his size that are new and clean as opposed to buried under rubble. ]
I'm sure of it. [ He says without a trace of doubt as Vanya tries on the jacket. It fits her nicely and he knows he's staring but this time Five has a good excuse. His chest swells with pride when she seems to approve of it. ]
It brings out your eyes. I think it really suits you. Then again, I chose it. [ Five grins at her, shameless. ] Did you doubt my taste?
[ When it comes to Women's clothing, said taste is somehow not terrible. ]
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And his grin just adds to the charm. How dare Five be charming.]
I’m just surprised that you already have such a good sense of my taste. [Doing the math, he must have been home for... a little over a month, she thinks? And much of that time had been spent scrambling around stopping the end of the world. Some of that time was even with her completely missing her memory. But trust Five to know her better than she knows herself half the time.
She smiles at him before admiring the jacket again.] Yeah, you know what? I’ll get it. Dad’s treating, after all.
[Vanya should add to her wardrobe. She’s not drugged out of her mind anymore. She actually wants to wear things that don’t allow her to sink into the wall at a moment’s notice. Hell, maybe she’ll even get some earrings. Let’s go crazy.
Vanya smiles at Five, nodding at the pile of clothes in his arms.] You should try those on. And don’t forget to try a pair of jeans!
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[ He pays attention to their siblings as much as he can without being noticed, memorizing what they like, dislike, and who they care about. That's why he knew the name of Allison's daughter -whom he still wants to meet- and how he noticed Klaus acting weird after he accidentally time-traveled to Vietnam. Some of his siblings are easier to read than others and
Vanyasome he just likes to pay more attention too. ]Good. We should find you matching shoes. Maybe sneakers? [ She always liked to be comfy, that Five never forgot. Ohhh, earrings. Girl, that's wild, calm down.
The suggestion reminds Five that he still hasn't picked out a pair but the truth is that he has no idea what jeans try on. He scrunches up his nose a little in disdain, a small frown on his face. He promised so he's not going to back off but he doesn't look forward to it. ]
Okay. But I warn you already that I'm going to look ridiculous.
[ Five's attention goes to a nearby row of different styled jeans and for a few seconds, he just stares. But no, a pair of normal jeans don't magically jumps out of the pile and fall into his arms. Loose fit jeans, skinny fit jeans, tapered fit jeans, narrow, relaxed, low rise...Five knows eight different languages and yet finds himself lacking. He turns to look at Vanya, not saying anything but all but silently screaming 'some help here?' ]
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She sees his distaste and confusion over the jeans. She gives him a fond smile before nudging past him and casually checking out the selection.
Skinny jeans are right out. He’d look good but be incredibly uncomfortable. Same with loose or baggy jeans. No bell cuts either, and he doesn’t have the hips for high waists.
Vanya takes her time before picking out a style of jeans she thinks will work for him. Fitted, but easily to move and work in. Reaches all the way to his ankles. Something comfortable and stylish for him to try.
She throws the jeans onto his pile.] Okay, you’re ready.
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