RP Log

Characters: IC!Mokuba (Mokie), OOC!Mokuba
Setting: The MmmK store
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Mokubae meet and upgrade Mokie's wardrobe. Cue awkward flirting and a crowded dressing room. They also make plans for a sleepover.





For the past few days Mokuba decided to get out the MmmK design building and instead be in his store. So many people needed his help, and only he could provide it. That and he was thinking of redoing how the clothes were laid out. He wandered around the store, making mental notes of where his new clothes would look best, and pausing to pick out a shirt or pants for the shopping customers.

Mokie shuffled his feet with a hint of nervousness and glanced around. The brightly-lit shops and display windows felt vaguely threatening, what with all the highly unconventional-looking clothes and accessories. Not to mention all the trendy people pushing past him. Mokie gnawed at his lower lip and wondered if coming here had been a bad idea after all - he clearly didn't belong here. Pushing his hands - completely wrapped with white bandages, thanks to the little episode yesterday night - deeper into his pockets, Mokie squared his shoulders and raised his chin. The other him had invited him to the store, there was no reason to be so intimidated.
Taking a deep breath, Mokie marched to the door and let himself in.

Would the coats be better near the front or the back? Mokuba stood on one side of the store, wondering what would work best. He looked to the back, imagining them there, then looked to the front, though before he could imagine the racks of wonderful coats there he had to do a double take. There was a very familiar face that walked into the store. Mokuba ducked behind a pants rack he was by before slowly peering from behind it. So this was his other self? Looking a little worse for wear, he had to sadly admit, in the fashion department. But living with Seto...Mokuba supposed he shouldn't be all that surprised.

Mokie blinked. Wow. The other him hadn't been kidding, saying MmmK was succesfull. Even with his complete lack of knowledge concerning anything related to fashion, Mokie could tell the clothes sold were cool. Taking a step closer and reaching out to touch the nearest rack of clothing, Mokie couldn't help tugging at the hem of his shirt self-consciously. The old and plain striped shirt was from a completely different planet than the clothes sold here, that much was obvious.

It was almost sad watching the other him look around, and it only confirmed Mokuba's views that bad fashion should be against the law. Not only for his own sight, but for the people dressing in the pathetic clothes as well. Mokuba grabbed a pair of pants and basic but still stylish t-shirt as he made his way over to this other him. "This will help," Mokuba said, holding up the clothes with a smile on his face.

Mokie was startled to hear his own voice speaking. He turned around and came face-to-face with his other self. He had to admit it was incredibly weird to see himself looking like that, and not only because the other him was, for the lack of a better term, smoking hot. The shorter hair looked good, and Mokie could bet it was lot easier to care for, too. Mokie gulped, then gave a hesitant grin. "Thanks. And hi. You look... different." He took the offered clothes and stared at the jeans uncertainly. They seemed pretty tight, how was he supposed to put them on?

"Different? Is that a code word for god-like? Which, yeah, I do look really damn good today."

Mokie blinked. Make that into very different. "Um... sure. Should I try these on? He held up the bundle of clothing in his arms and glanced around to find the dressing rooms.

"Sure." Mokuba took his arm and led him back to the dressing room. His other self seemed nice, so far, definitely different than his brother. "I'm glad you decided to come in, I can see why you were interested in my store."

Mokie relaxed a bit and grinned at his other self. Apparently nii-sama had just been paranoid, he didn't see anything wrong with the other him. "Well, I never had to care about my appearance. No-one ever noticed me tagging along with my brother."

"Really?" Mokuba asked, surprised. "No one noticed you? Like at all?"

"Not really. At least not until nii-sama suddenly disappeared. Then I got more attention than I'd liked," Mokie said and pouted at the memory. That had sucked. "I guess it sounds weird to you, but I got used to it. Nii-sama's the one to get all the stares, not me."

Mokuba laughed. "With his wardrobe I can see why he'd get stared at. I'll help you, though. You'll love how you look when I'm done with you." He opened up one of the dressing room doors.

"If you promise to give me a place to stay if nii-sama throws me out of the mansion. I don't think he'd approve a very drastic change." Mokie grinned and slipped inside the room. He was starting to feel excited. After setting the bundle of clothing to the single bench, he turned around and started to take his shirt off, only to stop. Maybe he should actually wait for the other him to pull the curtain closed before stripping.

"You can stay with me anytime," Mokuba said, grinning. And still watching.

"Do you have a DS? I wouldn't want to be parted from my games." Apparently the other him wasn't going anywhere. Well, maybe he just didn't want to end the conversation. Mokuba shrugged and promptly pulled his shirt over his head. There was nothing embarrassing about stripping in front of your other self, was there?

"No, but I have other games. I'd allow you to bring your DS, though." They really weren't that different looking, and Mokuba felt more confident that he had picked the right sizes of clothes.

"What kind of games? And, sure," Mokie said and folded his shirt to the bench, then grabbed the nearest t-shirt and pulled it on. He tugged at the hem and adjusted the collar, then turned towards the other him and gave a nervous smile. "So, how does it look?"

Mokuba stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "I think it looks pretty good." He reached out and smoothed out the shoulders and down the arms. "As for games, dancing one, shooting and fighting games, Sims game...stuff like that for video games."

Mokie's smile widened. That did sound good, he liked those kinds of games as well. Maybe not as much as he adored RPGs, but he had nothing against spending an afternoon or two with a good old shoot-them-up. "That sounds great," he said and pushed his bangs off his face absently. "I wouldn't mind having someone to play with; nii-sama's always so busy." He blinked when the other him brushed his hand against Mokie's shoulder and looked at the other him. Was it only Mokie's imagination, or was the other him bit close? And speaking of which, Mokie would have to ask what the other him had done to his hair. It was much shinier than Mokie's. Raising his hand, Mokie leaned bit closer to touch the tips of the other him's hair. It felt softer than his, too.

"I'm fun to play with," Mokuba said, winking at him. "Notice something you like?"

Mokie spluttered and drew his hand back, a clear blush rising to his cheek. He hadn't meant to come off like - like that. Turning his back to the other him, Mokie mumbled something incoherent and hid behind the action of taking of the shirt and choosing another to try on.

Apparently not. Mokuba backed away and leaned against the wall opposite. "So...you're from a different place? That's what you said, right?"

Mokie waited for the flush to fade completely before turning to look at the other him. "Yeah, our Domino - the one me and nii-sama are from - is bit different than this one. Not too much, though." He couldn't help trailing his gaze over the body of the other him. Mokie had to admit he looked good, but... dropping his gaze before he'd blush again, Mokie shrugged and turned around. "How does this one look?"

"That one looks good, too. All the shirts will. They all look good on me, so they'd look good on you. I design for me first and foremost." Though, and Mokuba decided not to add it in, he wore his own designs better than his other self. "So is there an MmmK in your Domino?"

Mokie nodded and started to take the shirt off, only to be stopped by the question. He pondered it for a moment, shirt half-way off, then shrugged. "Probably not. I had never heard of it before coming here. Aren't you the one to own MmmK?"

"I am, yeah. I just didn't know if I was somehow in your world, just sadly not in this body. You should try on the pants now."

"Sure. And no, our Domino was pretty normal compared to what I've heard about this place," Mokie said while putting the shirt away, then going for the fly of his jeans. He threw a look at the other him's direction - was he still going to hang on the doorway? - then forced himself to think nothing of it and pushed his jeans down his hips, thanking whatever higher forces there were his underwear covered the tattoo on his ass.

"You get used to things around here. Some of it isn't so bad," Mokuba said as he watched his other self undress. It'd been a while since he watched himself, but not himself, take off their clothes. "You're not uncomfortable with me being in here, are you?"

"As long as I don't randomly get body-swapped or turned into a woman, yeah. Nii-sama mentioned something about switching bodies with you - did that really happen? And don't worry, I don't mind." Or at least he wasn't going to admit to it. Mokie kicked his jeans away and started pulling the new ones on. They really were tight. So tight they wouldn't get on. He tugged at the waistline a few times, but the jeans wouldn't move. "Umm... little help here? How am I supposed to get these on?"

"They should just slip on." At least they did for Mokuba. Did he guess wrong on the size? He'd gotten the same size he wore himself. Mokuba went over and reached down to help pull them up, running his hands down along his other self's legs in the process. "And it's not so bad being a woman for a bit, as long as I can change back. Being your brother, though, was a nightmare."

Mokie tried his best not to fidget when he felt his other self's hands running along his thighs. Maybe he'd just been pulling the wrong way, because now the jeans would actually slide upwards. Sadly enough so did the other Mokuba's hands. Mokie felt a familiar rush of warmth spreading in his stomach.

"Nii-sama sounded pissed about it. What did you do as him?"

Okay, now the hands were far too near his upper thighs. Mokie tried to take a half-step away, but ended up stumbling and losing his balance.

"Er, well not---" Mokuba cut himself off as he wrapped his hands and arms tighter around his other self to try and keep him from falling.

Mokie was grateful not to make closer acquintances with the floor, but having arms wrapped around him and being pushed against the other him was pretty embarrassing. He tried to regain his balance, but ended up flailing and grabbing the nearest thing - which happened to be the hip of his other self. His face now bright scarlet, Mokie let out something resembling a squeak and snatched his hand away. It had hurt, too, his burns were nowhere near healed.

"Sorry about that, I - kind of lost my balance. I didn't mean to, er, grope you. Or anything."

"I don't mind being groped," Mokuba whispered before letting him go. "Are you okay though? I though the hand wraps were some weird fashion statement, but..." He didn't think someone touching him would make anyone make a noise like that.

Storing away that small bit of information - all the while denying he was storing it for later use - Mokie gave a sheepish grin and pulled the jeans up all the way. He didn't want to take a change of losing his balance again. "It's not. I screwed up and burned my hands yesterday. It's nothing bad, the skin just hurts a bit if pressed."

Mokuba shuddered. Ow ow. He would just die if his hands were burned. "Oh. Well, how do you like the pants? Now that they're on and you're able to stand."

"They feel kind of weird. I'm not used to wearing tight pants." Doing a slow spin around, Mokie watched his reflection. He had to admit the jeans looked good, he'd just have to get used to the feeling of the material pressing against his thighs. "Are they supposed to be this, er, tight-fitting?"

"They aren't tight, they just fit closely to the body, that's all. Pants are supposed to touch skin. I think they make you look good."

"If you say so..." Mokie trailed off in favor of examining his reflection. He thought he'd really be able to get used to the feeling. Stretching his legs a bit to test how it felt to move around, he stepped away from the mirror, almost bumping into the other him. "Yeah. I think I like them."

"I know what I'm talking about. I'm Mokuba Kaiba, after all." He leaned in and rested his head on his other self's shoulder. "You need to get them. You need to get all the clothes in here, actually."

Mokie nodded, then blinked at the close contact. Curiously enough, it didn't feel that awkward, and he was spared from another round of stuttering and blushing and generally making himself look like an idiot. "I think I'll take all these. Do you happen to have any long-sleeved shirts?" Being so close made Mokie feel warm, and after a brief period of uncertainty, he raised his hand to touch his other self's hair again. It really was soft.

"Yes," Mokuba said, putting a little bit more emotion behind it then was necessary to answer. He wonder if his other self had some sort of hair fetish. Not that he minded. Or maybe he'd never seen a haircut like his before? It was an odd Domino his other self must have come from.

Shifting his weight a bit for better balance, Mokie fiddled with his hands and wondered if he should ask the other him to lead the way - he hadn't shown the slightest signs of moving. Not that it was a bad thing, no, Mokie was quite content to pet the silky strands and marvel at the texture. Even nii-sama didn't have this nice hair. "So, um... what is it like, living here and having your own business?"

"Hmm, well, it's busy and hard work, but it's needed work. There's never too much of a dull moment around here. I like it well enough. There are some really crappy people, but there are some decent people, too. And some really damn hot people, and nice clubs, and good food. Plus I'm here, so that makes Domino the best place to be."

Mokie snickered at that. "Let me guess, nii-sama is one of the crappy ones."
Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Mokie flexed his fingers, unsure where to put his hands. The other him seemed content nuzzling against his shoulder, but resting his hands on the other him's back would feel awkward. It'd be like hugging.

"Your guess would be correct. No offense or anything, but he's an ass to me." Mokuba ran a hand up his other self's arm, over his shoulder and up into his hair. He didn't want to be left out of the hair feeling.

Mokie did an one-shoulder shrug. "He can be difficult at times, but it's worth it. He's my brother." And to hell with it, apparently his other self didn't think there was anything going on with their current position. Maybe the normal social rules about feeling someone up didn't apply if the someone happened to be an alternate version of you. His mind made up, Mokie brought his hands to rest against his other self's lower back.

Mokuba was surprised at the move, and felt a little weirded out by it. He wasn't much for hugging...unless it involved being naked and leading to sex. Even then hugging wasn't his favorite thing. But he didn't move. "And maybe you can not tell your brother about this, or about me being in the room here with you."

"As if. He'd ground me for the rest of my life. If he didn't manage to bite my head off for seeing you, that is." Mokie shook his head and managed a small laugh. He could imagine how that conversation would go, and the mental images he came up weren't nice ones. Shifting his hands a bit - his hair was getting to his eyes again, he should probably the bangs cut, soon - Mokie brushed the offending strands away from his face and lowered his hand back against his other self's back. The other him hadn't yet pulled away, and as Mokuba wasn't sure what to make of the whole situation, he was content to stay put.

"Right after he tried to kill me," Mokuba laughed back at him. "But you should be able to hang out with who you want. I don't have to worry about things like that."

"Nii-sama just has his own strict ideas of what is appropriate and what isn't. He doesn't mean anything bad." Mokie didn't feel like adding the part where nii-sama damn well was overly paranoid and controlling at times. "Besides, aren't you lonely? I wouldn't want to live alone."

"I go out a lot, and have a lot of people come over. So I don't really have any lonely nights or anything."

"Still. When nii-sama disappeared, it felt weird to be alone all the time." Mokie tilted his head to the side, then sighed. "I guess it's just a matter of getting used to it."

"Maybe. But you can always come over to my place, so you won't be lonely. I've got sweets at my house, too."

"It'd be nice to come over your place sometime, yeah. I'm just pretty sure nii-sama won't let me."

"Then lie." It was an easy solution to Mokuba.

Mokie shook his head. "If he caught me, he'd go berserk. I don't think I want to find out what he'd do, especially to you. Me, he might actually spare for sentimental reasons, but you'd be free prey."

Mokuba lifted his head up and looked at him. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Grinning, Mokie poked at the other him on the side. "Make that into a promise and I might consider coming over sometime."

Mokuba held up his hand and said, "I promise I can kick ass and take names."

Grabbing the offered hand, Mokie shook it with a solemn expression. "I take your word on it."

"Maybe we can have a sleepover." Mokuba winked and gave his other self's hand a squeeze.

Mokie felt a flush come over his face - was it his imagination, or was the other him...? - and squeezed back. "Sure. It'd be great."

"Good. I'm going to go pick out a few more clothes while you get back into your...well, did you want to get back into your old clothes?"

"I think I could keep these on, actually. If it's not a bother." Mokie wasn't going to admit to it, but he wasn't so keen on the idea of trying to get away from the pants while the other him was around. He could do without any more embarrassing accidents, if possible. He gave his other self a wide smile. He was actually very nice, and most importantly nothing like nii-sama had said.

"That works. Grab those clothes and I'll go get some more. You have your brother's card, right?"

Mokie nodded and gathered the clothes. "I have my own card."

"Okay." Mokuba opened the door and headed back out to the shop floor. He wandered all around, grabbing more shirts, pants, a couple of jackets, even some socks and underwear. If you were going for a wardrobe change, Mokuba thought it was best to go all the way. And, for fun, he snuck a skirt into the pile. "It'll work best if you toss out all your old clothes. That's not a problem, I hope."

Mokie was too busy staring at all the clothes to notice the additions to his wardrobe-to-be. "I don't think it will. I'll probably keep something comfortable for home use, but I don't think I'll be missing the rest."He trailed after the other him, not knowing what else to do.

Mokuba frowned, but he supposed he could live with that. Once he had a huge wardrobe established, he had the clothes taken to check-out. At least he knew his other self could afford everything.

Mokie walked to the counter, feeling self-conscious in his new clothes. He felt all the other customers were staring at him, and it wasn't a particularly nice feeling. Trying to make himself as small as possible, Mokie focused on fishing out his wallet.

"Don't be shy," Mokuba said, poking him.

Mokie squirmed, then leaned closer. "But they're all staring at my ass!" He whined, throwing a paranoid glance over his shoulder.

He leaned back to look at his other self's ass. "Well it looks good in the jeans. They could just be staring at my ass. Or at me in general. It happens a lot."

Blushing, Mokie swatted a hand at his other self. He had no idea what to make of all the comments and the 'accidental' touches, and it was making him slightly uncomfortable.

"What? I'm only telling the truth. You'll get used to it, too. It's not like it's a bad thing."

The lady behind the countered finished totaling up the clothes and stated a rather large number for the amount. Another person came over to help put the clothes into bags.

Mokie snorted and turned away. He had a strong suspicion he wouldn't be getting used to it anytime soon. Idly, he watched his purchases get sorted into bags. He hoped the bill wouldn't be the sort to give nii-sama a stroke; he hadn't had the guts to check the price tags.

"Are you paying with card or cash sir?" The lady asked from behind the counter.

"Card, please. Here," Mokuba said and offered the said item to the cashier. He threw a glance at the other him, then decided to focus on staring at the counter. He couldn't think of anything to talk about, so staying quiet sounded appealing.

"When do you think you'll be able to come over? So I can make sure my calendar is cleared."

"I don't have much anything apart from school, so... how about next Saturday?"

"I should be able to do that." And if Mokuba had anything scheduled, he'd just cancel with whoever else was in the time slot.

The lady handed back the card, then put the multiple bags on the counter to be able to grab them easier. Mokuba took a couple of the bags. "Is your car around here?"

"I came by foot, actually." Mokie took took the rest of the bags and gave a sheepish smile. "I didn't think I'd end up buying this much."

"Oh. Well then, I doubt you could carry all this...I'll have my car take you home."

"You'd do that? Thanks. I wouldn't have liked to try getting all this back home alone," Mokie said and smiled. He was really starting to think the bad things nii-sama had said were just a simple misunderstanding; the other him really wasn't bad. It was impossible to imagine the other him could've almost killed nii-sama.

"I wouldn't want any of the clothes being taken from you. Besides, I'm not using it at the moment. It's not a problem. I'll even say you can have yourself a drink or two if you want."

The other him had a minibar in his car? Mokie smiled, but shook his head. "No thanks, I'm not very hot on drinking. Thanks for the offer, though." He took a few hesitant steps towards the door, waiting for the other him to lead him to the car.

Mokuba shrugged and walked over and opened the door for him. "Oh well, more for me then. Anyways, I'm glad you stopped by. It was fun dressing you."

Mokie pointedly ignored the small voice insisting the other him had had more fun undressing him. He followed after the other, trying to balance all the different bags and to avoid walking to a clothing rack or something embarrassing like that. "I had fun, too. It was nice meeting you. Actually - can I have your number or something? I could call you about the Saturday, if that's ok."

"Sure, yeah, let's put the bags in the car first." Mokuba's driver had the car pulled up to the curb, trunk open. Mokuba handed off his bags, and with his hands free he reached into his pocket to pull out a business card. His cell number wasn't on it, but he wrote it on the back of the card before handing it over.

Glad to follow the example and free his aching hands from all the bags, Mokie searched his pockets for his wallet - only to realize he'd put it on one of the shopping bags. Damn. It'd take forever to dig it back out. "I don't have my number on a card, but I'll send a text message to you later so you can save the number, okay?"

"Okay. So I'll see you Saturday then."

"Yeah. See you later, then," Mokie said and opened the car door. He was just about to sit down when he changed his mind and leaned forward to give a hasty kiss to the other him's cheek. After realizing what he'd done, Mokie flushed and ducked into the car. What the hell had come over him?

Mokuba smiled. He wished the kiss had been on the mouth, but he would definitely take the cheek. And Mokuba decided to back off the car instead of dive in. He didn't want to scare his other self, or make him more jumpy. He'd just wait until Saturday for anything.