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What are you going to dress up as?

I have no idea. I haven't dressed up in years.

Would you believe me if I said I was clothes shopping in a costume store?

[She isn't lying.]

You like to dress up then?

Nothing wrong with that. These costumes are sexy, so whatever makes you happy.

Normally, I would've cracked a joke about dressing up for you, but I just met you so it could get awkward...

[She winks and continues looking at one of the dresses.]

[He chuckles, knowing himself, it wouldn't have been awkward.]

Well, I'll help you find one, if you help me. You know, advice wise? [It was a way... to see her dress up? He was shameless.]

Just a thought. Unless it's awkward... [He steps over to the male costumes, looking up some.]

It's not awkward. Thank you. I really could use some help.

[She grins at him, grabbing one of the dresses off the rack and leading him into one of the change rooms.]

Don't look.

Sweet. [He smiles, and sets his messenger bag down.]

I won't. [He starts looking at all the male possibilities.]

[She slowly takes off her jeans and t-shirt, very aware that she might be being watched. She begins to slide the dress on over her head, but it won't go over her boobs.]

Shit. I'm stuck.

[And Cal does his very best to behave. He isn't a creep by any means, but he does steal a peek right before she speaks. He turns full on to see the dress on her head. He chuckles.]

Want me to get you help?

No, it's okay, but I can't do it with the bra on, it seems.

[She sighs in frustration, taking the dress off her head.]

What on Earth are you looking at?

Nothing! [He jumps and turns, his back to her.] I turned on accident. I wont look again.

Oh, it doesn't even matter anymore. I've nothing to hide, really. Just a few scars...

[She slips off her bra and pulls the dress over her head. It's quite tight, especially across her chest, but she knows that this is how she likes to dress. A smile spreads across her face.]

[He doesn't turn around. He like the Fireman costume he's seeing. He talks to her still.]

Scar are beautiful. Little stories, I like to think.

I like to think of them as decorations. Okay, you can look. What do you think?

[She is well aware that her boobs look kinda big in this dress. It gives her more shape than she normally had and it increased how pale her skin looked.]

[He takes his costume off the rack and turns. He looks her over, and grins. He doesn't stare at her breasts, that was big of him.]

What words am I allowed to use? Hot? Fun? Also, your legs look good.

So, think I could pull off a fireman?

You're allowed to use any words you like. I won't stop you. How good does it look? I'm not sure... And yes, you could pull off a fireman...

You look excellent.

... Do you really think so?

[She sighs again, taking the dress off as fast as possible.]

It doesn't even matter. I mean, I won't be able to wear it soon, so...

Yeah.

[She's changing, so he turns out of respect again.]

You won't? Why is that?

I'm pregnant. You can't see it yet, but I am.

[She cocks an eyebrow.]

You don't have to turn around, you know?

Oh, well congrats.

I don't? Right. I think I'll go as Tarzan.

If you want... You would look good as either.

[Her mood's dropped through the floor.]

You don't think I'm pretty anymore, do you?

Tarzan it is.

[He blinks, her mood had changed. He studies her, and frowns.]

I still think you're pretty. So you've got a bun in the oven, it's all good. Why does my opinion matter anyways?

Because you're my friend. And because I thought you were hot.

[She might as well get it out there. It doesn't matter anymore.]