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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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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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Taking a step aside, Five lets her survey the options and his shoulders relax a fraction. Vanya knows him well enough to not pick something that will hinder his movements or that makes him feel like he is cosplaying Klaus of all people.
His eyes linger a few seconds on the two shop assistants standing a few aisles away from them, he can't hear what they're talking about but they're glancing back at his sister and him and smiling or giggling. They're trying to decide who gets to approach them, not like Five can hear them or would care if he did. Once he's certain they don't pose any immediate threat, his attention goes back to Vanya and her offering. ]
That looks acceptable. [ Don't mind him, Vanya, it's her way to say thanks. He's about to ask where the changing rooms are when one of the shop assistants from before, the bond one, appears by they side. ]
'Hello. Can I help you?' [ Her red lips stretch into a smile that to Five looks as plastic as the mannequins around them but there's something else in it that he can't quite place. He's also not too fond of the way she's hovering so close and seemingly ignoring Vanya, maybe she's an agent? He narrows his eyes a little as she continues with an all too friendly; ] 'These are very good choices, the blue suit would look very dashing with your skin tone. Do you want me to show you some of out matching ties?'
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Vanya expects the slightly horrified reaction of any sibling that's overhearing someone express interest--she remembers him when he was literally slinging mud at their brothers, for God's sake--but what she doesn't expect is the hot razor edge of tension and contempt that settles in her gut.
She tries to shake it off, tries to focus on the clothes instead, but then one of the girls comes over. Blonde. Pretty, too. Vanya tries not to think of how much prettier the girl is than her.]
He knows what he wants, [Vanya says shortly, sparing the woman a glance (and it's a bit colder than she means to be) before looking back at Five.] You want to find a changing room?
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She briefly looks at Vanya when the petite woman answers in Five's place. The smile on the blond's face doesn't waver but the overly friendly voice has a phony pitch now. ]
'Of course. Take your time to look around, madam. [ It's a dismissal if Five ever heard one. The way the blond immediately ignores Vanya to look back at him only make it cleared that she's up to something. But what, he can not tell. They're in somewhat good terms with the Commission now that Herb's in charge, there shouldn't be sending agents after them. Maybe it is something else? Someone seeking revenge? Or to make a name for themselves in the hitman business? ] Would you like to try that on? The fitting rooms are over there, how about I sho--
No, thanks. [ Five has taken a step closer and without really realizing it, in front of Vanya as well. His posture is deceptively relaxed but there's that tight-lipped smile on his face that says 'I know more than you do and I'm not happy'. But he doesn't, he has no idea what the irritating woman is up to and he wants to put as much space between her and his sister as possible. If things end in a bloodbath again, he will rather deal with this on his own without involving his family. ] We're good on our own.
[ And without another word, that's was already too much talking for his liking, Five wraps the arm that isn't holding his clothes around Vanya's waist and turns to walk down the corridor. Hopefully, that really is the way to the changing rooms because he honestly has no way to tell. The smile drops from the blond woman as soon as they move away and she starts to pout. Five is looking over his shoulder and not so subtly narrowing his eyes at her to make sure she doesn't try anything funny. ]
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The coil of irritation cools in her gut as she throws an arm over his shoulder, looking back to glare at the women before leaning her head in closer than she really should with her brother, but she has something important to say so she tells herself it's not weird that she leans close enough for her lips to almost touch his ear.]
They're not from the Commission. It's okay.
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Touching others comes easier to him if he does so while reacting out of protectiveness. That's why wrapping himself around Vanya now that his body size allows it feels so natural. Five can see the other shop assistant trying to hide her grin behind a hand at her coworker's frustrated attempt at...whatever she was doing. She meets his eyes by pure chance and takes the opportunity to wink at him. Five only glares harder.
He blames the shop assistant for distracting him and that's why he shivers lightly when there's a hot breath against the shell of his ear. His attention goes back to Vanya, their noses almost brushing when he turns his head and Five purses his lips. ]
We can't know that. She's acting really weird and trying to separate us.
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I can know that.
[Vanya’s too distracted by the whole situation to notice how close their noses are. Now that the woman has been frustrated and Five soundly rejected her, Vanya’s left feeling amused more than anything and there’s some laughter in her eyes as she looks back to Five, letting their arms stay around each other.]
I overheard them talking. She was trying to get your number, Five. She wanted to ask you out.
[She told you those cheekbones were dangerous, man.]
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I don't have a phone. [ He says in the end, clearing his throat, somewhat disconcerted. Five's not blushing like it had happened before but he's still distinctly flustered. The mere notion of someone trying to flirt with him is just, well...new. There's still a chance that Vanya's instincts are wrong and the women are out to get them. He almost liked that option better. ]
And even if I did, I wouldn't give it to her. [ Because that is the main issue here, of course. ]
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[Vanya has to try to stifle a laugh at his expression. She’s vividly aware of how this must look to outsiders, with their arms around each other, their faces so close and her teasing him after someone else failed to ask him out. She should care. She really should care. But she doesn’t.]
She was really rude about it. She was icing me out. Like she’s just so pretty that you’d just leave whatever woman you came here with to jump her. [Huff. How dare that woman. Yeah, she’s prettier than Vanya, but still. Have some manners.]
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[ Sorry Vanya, he misses the point because Five still doesn't think himself as anything special, look-wise. Part of that comes from growing up without looking at his own face regularly for 45 years and then not really liking what he saw when he managed to find a mirror intact. Her amused expression doesn't go unnoticed and that makes the corner of Five's lips twitch and the arm he has around her tighten a bit. ]
She's nowhere as pretty as she thinks she is and I'm very happy with the woman I am now. You'll have to protect me from the unwanted advances of irritating shop assistants. [ Or rather, she will have to convince him not to murder someone but ey, this gives him an excuse to walk around closer to Vanya. Five doesn't try to analyze why he enjoys it so much as he turns a corridor and spots the changing rooms at the far end. ]
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I'm very happy with the woman I'm with now. Something dangerous in Vanya is very pleased to hear that. She tries to punch it down in her head. It's not right, it's not right. He's just saying that because she's his sister.]
I'll keep you safe. No flirty attendants for you.
[And then there's the changing room. Vanya gestures towards it, grateful for the distraction to stop from thinking too hard about her feelings.] Okay, let's see how these clothes hold up.
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My knight in a shiny white suit. [ Five gives her a pleased look and before he steps into the changing room he mutters a quick, Don't go too far.
It's not a request but it still sounds like there's a clear 'just in case' attached to the end of the sentence. The blond lady might just be a shop assistant but Five is still concerned that someone from the Commission will show up one day to fuck up their lives again. Vanya can defend herself better than anyone but old habits die hard and Five would feel better knowing she's around.
Time to try on some clothes then. He starts with the blue suit first, happy go get rid of the terrible sweatpants and slip into something truly comfortable. The size seems right, the jacket framing his waist and the shirt not to tight or too loose but he's not sure about the ties. He tells that much to Vanya when Five pulls away the curtain and steps out so she can give him a good look. ]
...the ones here don't seem good enough. A tie pulls the suited look together and these just don't work. What do you think?
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Her eyebrows go up when he comes out in the suit. This is just unfair.]
The suit looks really good. Try this.
[Vanya walks up to him, untying his tie and slinging it over her shoulder before she undoes the first two buttons on his shirt. She's just giving her brother fashion advice she's just giving her brother fashion advice she's just giving her brother fashion advice--]
Check the mirror now and see what you think. I think it fixes the tie problem and now you look more casual.
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I'm going to look ridiculous. Five protests but turn anyway, ready to face disappointment. He's greeted by surprise instead. A 58 years old man wearing a suit with the top buttons of his shirt undone would be laughable. Except, his body isn't 58 years old anymore, without wrinkles and scars. He has to admit that it's not a terrible look for a 30 years old man. Looking up, blue eyes meet brown ones through the mirror and he gives a smile that would be called shy if it came from anyone but him. ]
Not bad?
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You see? I know a thing or two about fashion. I think that suit is definitely a yes.
[Vanya gestures at the pile.] Give the other ones a shot too. If you don't like the tie, just see how it looks with a couple buttons undone.
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It shows. It's really a shame that your sense of fashion wasn't a trait that was also passed onto Klaus.
[ Nevermind the fact they're not blood-related. After a nod, Five gets into the changing room again to try the rest of the suits. He asks for her opinion every now and then, less because he's all that concerned about the clothes and more because he likes to include Vanya. After all the suits, shirts and sweaters are tried on, that only leaves the jeans.
Five eyes them critically for a few seconds but tries them on as promised. They're surprisingly comfy, hugging his legs in a different way than the pants suits. The waist is much lower too, which is why he steps out of the changing room to look at Vanya for advice. ]
Are these supposed to fit me this way? I can see my underwear.
[ Perhaps he should have put on a shirt but then, how was Vanya going to tell for sure if the jeans were too low cut? ]
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