The New Dynamic Duo ((Myk))

[Dawn Chekov]

"Boo back" Dawn said with a playful smile, trying hard not to join in his contagious cackle... He was already loud enough to draw attention if the music hadn't been just a bit louder than he was. As long as those ladies stayed outside where they were, Dawn and Myk were safe to giggle and chat the way they were. Then he let out that wolf-whistle and Dawn smiled brighter, clearly taking the complement well and preening a little from it. Dawn was a girl who dressed more for herself than for anyone else, but there was no denying the way it felt when someone else agreed with how she felt herself and saw her as hot.

At the offer of his hand, she took it willingly and did a slow turn, the kind that spoke of her dancing ability because of the way her hips swayed with just that little turn. She ducked her head a little as she had spun around but smiled back up at him, her blue eyes meeting his pewter ones. "You are such a flatterer!" She teased as she willingly went into his arms and brought her hands up to rest on his upper arms. "If you passed out I'd just give ya mouth to mouth." She added with a soft laugh, winking back at him.

His whispered words caused a slight shiver to run through her, causing her to press closer to him for a moment, then he licked her, actually licked her! And instead of being upset at it, she giggled and had tried to hide like he was tickling her instead of licking her, however she soon let her go and she laughed a little. "My makeup make me not a tasty lil morsel?" She teased and playfully swatted at his chest before she turned back to the mirror and ran her hands along the fabric again. "A damn shame... I love the dress, but the people here are assholes. Decisions, decisions." She said as she looked back at him, smirking a bit in her reflection.

[Myk]

Despite the Telepath’s attempt to flee, he had to accept that there was only so much room within the compartment and Dawn would easily catch him. He could have disappeared again and made a run for it, yet instead he found his back was against the wall too soon and that, surprisingly, Dawn was giggling instead of trying to punch him. Myk had been expecting her to lash out at him and swipe at her wet cheek in tandem. A lot of people found it gross, particularly when this was the most saliva they had ever exchanged, so finding that Dawn didn’t seem to mind just made her all the more alluring. He could probably get away with being pretty dang disgusting and she wouldn’t mind. That idea gave Myk terrible thoughts about testing her tolerance threshold…

“Tastes… Hmm… Tastes like a brand I don’t know,” Myk confessed, licking his lips as if it could drum up some identifying flavour chemicals from particular brands of make-up. Surely clay and oils always taste the same?

Dawn didn’t allow him the luxury of time to consider that tangent of thought before she had him stuck on another – a dilemma by all accounts. She loved the dress and hated the store who was selling it. Myk shrugged his shoulders, offering the first conclusion that came to him.

“You could steal it,” he said nonchalantly.

Myk didn’t see a problem with thievery. As far as he was concerned, he was using his talents to afford an item of desire like anybody else. Sure, they used their talents at a place of employment and were paid to afford these items, but Myk decided that he was better for skipping out the middleman. It took skill to lift an item out of store and get away with it. Evolving technology and staff awareness made successful thievery attempts much more difficult. It was easier to break into a warehouse when they were closed and perform idle impressions of Ethan Hunt than it was to steal a cardigan out of a department store. Myk did, now and again, indulge himself and play the Mission: Impossible theme tune in his head when he was on those jobs, but that was a completely new avenue to get side-tracked with.

“Or, I suppose you could shop online and not be a criminal. Totally up to you, dear,” he said grinning. “Either way, I should probably get lost before they realise something’s up. I’ll meet you on the other side!”

And with that, the Telepath planted a kiss on her still moist cheek and disappeared from sight. He would wait for her outside the store, becoming visible again inside a toilet stall that was two stores over. One had to be careful in a busy shopping mall after all.

[Dawn Chekov]

When Myk brought up the idea of stealing the dress, Dawn smirked at him through her reflection. She was having the same thoughts in all truth. She wasn't the best at thieving though. Currently she had the strength to pull the security tag off without harming the dress but at the same time, that was just too much work and then she would have to get the dress out of the store in general. She licked her lips and glanced at him again, running her hands over her hips again, memorizing the material. Then she smiled at a new thought and was about to tell him but he was bringing up the idea of online shopping before she could speak.

"Both sound like interesting ideas." She said and then glanced back at him once more. He was still waiting in the back of the small area and then it seemed that the tight confines of the dressing room had grown to be too much for him and he was excusing himself from the room with a kiss to her cheek. She smiled and nodded before he disappeared and then reached back to undo the dress so that she could take it off and get dressed in her normal outfit. It didn't take her long to transition from the dress that she had been in to her regular clothes and soon she was making her way out of the dressing room with the dress in hand. She placed it on the return rack and then gave the women one last glare before she was making her way out of the store.

~Where are you, mon cher?~ She called out for Myk telepathically again, hoping that she could find him and then she could tell him of her idea that she had. It was truly inspirational she thought. Perhaps it was something that Myk did, or just the fact that getting out, having fun with someone was making her want to do something with all of her artistic talent that had nothing to do with music. She moved over to an open area of the mall where she knew that Myk would be able to see her from any area of the mall that he was hiding in. "Where, oh where, has my hot friend gone..." she sang quietly to herself, wondering if he would show up just as she was saying that or not.

All the while she was making mental lists of everything that she would need, a shopping list that she hoped her friend would be able to help her with.

[Myk]

Everything was going so surprisingly well that Myk had started to become a little paranoid. When he’d made a dash for the lavatories – knowing that there was no other safe place he could emerge from without someone noticing – he’d found that the area was completely vacant. Myk had obviously been worried about the wall of reflective glass as he made his way out of the cubicle and therefore out of the room, but with no one there to witness his lack of reflection, it was all smooth sailing. The Telepath wore a bewildered frown as he exited the male toilets; surely it couldn’t be this easy? He’d had trouble with some fiery purple and black lady for just standing still, and yet performing a risky magical trick like vanishing and reappearing was somehow as lame and benign as sneezing. A frustrated sigh escaped him and he shook his head, clearing the cloying thoughts. He did have better things to do, after all. No doubt Dawn would be ready in a matter of moments and he couldn’t leave her stranded once again. She must think the worst of him by now.

Hearing her voice chime in his ear like a swell of vibrating crickets did something to relieve his anxieties, but now he would have to find her again. Myk skulked out of the quiet area of the lavatories and returned to the bustling traffic of the walkways that were not unlike streams flowing between stores. Maybe if it were earlier in the day, he wouldn’t be able to swim against the tide or through it for that matter to find his precious hair-twin. Luck was most definitely on his side tonight and that was a little alarming. He maybe walked a few metres before he spied Dawn, standing as conspicuously as the full moon in an inky sky. A grin crossed his features and he approached her, just in time to hear her talking about him. He would pretend he hadn’t heard her for now – that was something he could play with later. Myk tapped her right shoulder and used his dexterity to move immediately over to her left side. Whether she’d fall for it or not, the Telepath was so pleased with his little game that he started to smirk to himself.

“Why, hello my darling. Fancy seeing you here.” He paused to look her up and down. “Decide against the dress I take it?”

[Dawn Chekov]

Dawn felt the tap to her right shoulder, and automatically looked to her right. When she saw no one there, she wondered if Myk had just decided to keep to his invisible ways before glancing to the left and seeing him there. His words bringing a calm to her even as she smiled softly to him. She tucked her arm around his and then glanced up at him, "Fancy seeing you again as well, Handsome. And I did... I have a better idea." She glanced around like she was going to tell him some kind of big secret then leaned up and whispered in his ear "Did you know that I make some of my clothes as well?" Then she leaned back to look at him, to look at his face to see how he would take her not so secret secret, her smile large and her eyes glittering happily.

"I was actually thinking, we could look around the mall to see if there is a fabric store. I think I can make the dress. Not only would it be cheaper that way, but we don't have to deal with stupid clerks bullying you because you are the wrong sex to be in a dressing room with lil ol me." She said with a laugh. "I mean, it's not like anything would be a surprise to you would it?" She asked with a smirk. "Well, on me it might be, but in general." She added as she leaned her head against the arm that her own arm had been wrapped around. "Looking at the dress though did inspire me, I'm a very creative little girl from time to time." She said with a soft laugh and glancing back up at her friend.

"Sound like a good idea to you?"

[Myk]

Myk’s features pulled into a curious frown at Dawn’s confession and subsequent question. The Telepath shouldn’t have been so surprised that Dawn had some secret talents with textiles, but perhaps his optimism had been cast into doubt having known the magnitude of one-dimensional folk for far too long. Not that such a judgement in itself was particularly fair, and was mostly summoned by his resentment of the fact that people thought him strange for having so many interests. Einstein might have been the most intelligent man on the planet to date, leading with his famous comment on the infinite stupidity of mankind, but that didn’t mean every person was dull, dim-witted and doltish. There could be plenty of reasons why intelligent men such as Einstein found that the population of the Earth was stupid – likely because they judge people on one facet of their personalities, their culture, their race or their appearance and hold to those verdicts. Never wanting to change, to concede, to improve, to inspire – that was what made man stupid. Myk didn’t think he was stupid, neither did he assume such of Dawn, and he shouldn’t have assumed the worst of the rest of the world either. Man was capable, if he just tried, and the revelation washed the shock from his features at last.

“It sounds like a very good idea,” Myk beamed. “I know a store, as it happens. Come on.”

Never mind the lesson learned just a second ago, Myk held his hand out for a moment and assumed Dawn would automatically take it and follow him. Either way, he was going to head for the store. There were two in the area that Myk remembered, but with one of those stores reminding Myk of a post-war bunting shop, he decided to make for the Fabric Warehouse instead. Usually these corporate chain shops would put Myk off, but there was a lot to be said about consistency that smaller stores often lacked. You might have been friendly, tiny local store, but are you capable of satisfying your customers? When a warehouse of a store didn’t have a particular item in stock, the chances were good that they could probably get their hands on it within half a day. Myk was impatient a lot of the time and he saw no reason why he should have to wait when he could get things done by himself.

One hundred meters south following an escalator and a sharp right turn, and they were there. Toys R Us meets Curtains World, where shelves of rolled up colour take the place of plastic dolls and spaceships. Really, it was more of a bazaar than a store, where sections of type and weight and colour overlap. Silks, taffeta, cotton, wool, furs and leather, lined up and rolled out and swathed across in a kaleidoscope of colours like threaded rainbows. If Dawn couldn’t find the right material here then she wasn’t looking hard enough. The only downside to having this much choice was not knowing where to start. Myk pulled Dawn to where the more sheer fabrics were stored and gave her a studious look.

“So are we looking to recreate the dress exactly?” he asked, letting his fingers curl the edges of a roll of silver lace. “Or maybe we can doll it up a little, make it more… you?”

[Dawn Chekov]

When she first saw her friend begin to frown, she wondered what she had said that had caused such a look on her friend's face. If perhaps she said something that he didn't like for once, or maybe he was unsure of her. Dawn couldn't tell, but she would give her friend the benefit of the doubt and would not let her mind whisper things that would drive her to thinking that he no longer liked her, or that she had done something wrong. No. She had done nothing wrong. She sighed for a moment and then Myk smiled and she knew that she had been worrying for nothing. Especially when he agreed with her that it would be a good idea, that beaming smile was as close to the sun as she would ever get, she knew that much. This was one reason she so loved to be around Myk, it was like he was a perpetual happy land.

He spoke of knowing a store and held out his hand to her. She gave a little squeal of happiness and took his hand, not caring about the difference in skin temperature. She followed along as he led her through the mall, giggling and skipping like a child who had just got promised a trip to the candy store. They walked into a huge warehouse filled with fabric and her eyes went wide. It was really like a candy store, only this candy came in the form of fabrics and buttons and gems and jewels. Anything. Everything, needed to create clothes was in here. Zippers, buttons, and clasps oh my! She glanced at Myk for a moment and then let out a little laugh as he lead her to the sheer fabrics, his question calling her attention fully to him.

She smiled brightly at him, "I love how well you know me." She said with a wink and then glanced towards the fabric then back again to Myk, she threw herself at him and hugged him tight, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she glanced around the place again. "We are definitely going to doll it up and make it more like me." She pulled back and smiled a bit more "I'm thinking something with a mother of pearl look to it." Then she gave his chest a pat and started to make her way down one of the aisles with all of the fabrics, her fingers traced slowly over each of them, trying to find one that was just as delicate, with everything that she wanted. She glanced back at Myk and laughed a little. "I'm thinking of making a corseted version of it, give it a little more structure. What do you think?"

[Myk]

Surprise overcame the Telepath at Dawn’s overzealous display of gratitude. As she threw her arms around him, she squeezed out any worries or insecurities he might have had about her not liking the store. Myk relaxed and nuzzled into the warmth of her all too easily, happy that her Human temperateness could tolerate the almost wintry feel of his skin. Of course Myk wasn’t freezing by any stretch of the imagination, but his body temperature was somewhat below the expected, and healthy, 37 degrees Celsius. When he was full, he could likely pass for a colder than average mortal, though his body temperature rarely rose above 30 degrees. The longer Myk went without sustenance – and he often did starve himself – the colder his body temperature would go. In the meantime it was so comforting being in her arms that Myk felt a little drowsy. He closed his eyes despite himself, drifting for a while in a custardy sensation. The few seconds that Dawn took to snuggle him seemed like minutes of serenity, only to be rudely awakened when he felt her pull away.

Pewter eyes were forced open with the slightest lingering frown, but the frustration pulled away from him like a waning tide as those stony orbs looked to her. The blush in her cheeks, the bubbly and bright expression she wore, and the light in her eyes tugged a genuine smile into his features. He was glad that his friend had approved of his choice and really, he was delighted that she was so excited at last. He really did enjoy bringing joy to people’s lives, even if most people didn’t seem to deserve happiness. In this city of Harper Rock it seemed that the people needed cheer more than ever. Everybody seemed to be upset about something or just resigned to keep to themselves. It was not unlike being back home really; in London, everybody ignored each other. It was safer that way; you couldn’t readily diagnose schizophrenia with a glance (which was handy in Myk’s case) and it was better to ignore one another – you never know which personality you’re insulting just by sustaining eye contact. Amusing, celebrating and entertaining with Dawn meanwhile brought Myk as much delight as he’d wanted to bestow upon her. It never failed to make him smile when mutual satisfaction was achieved by such small endeavors.

“Pearl… as well as white, red and black… is definitely my favourite colour! It certainly will do wonders with your complexion,” the Telepath cooed. “And if we’re aiming for sexy, I’ve never known a corset that didn’t arouse attention.”

They were likely both as bad as each other in dropping innuendos into sentences as casually as olives features in a martini. So much so that if anyone ever asked Myk just how many languages he spoke, he would be tempted to tell them five: English, French, Italian, Sarcasm and Innuendo. As for arousing attention, their very presence was stirring the staff at the warehouse of fabric. It was rare that anyone besides old people and housewives would come in here – let alone two freaks talking about making a corset out of sheer fabric and pearls. It wasn’t long before two store clerks gravitated to each other and began gossiping about the strange white-haired couple. Myk couldn’t hear their conversation even if he’d cared to listen, but he had picked up the waft of food and perfume in the air which had made him glance quietly in their direction. The brunettes were clearly quite invested in seeing what Myk and Dawn might do and, Myk being the clown that he was, would hate to disappoint with a performance.

“What about jewels and gems? It will need more sparkle. You can never have enough sparkle! Let’s pretend we’re in Twilight.”

Myk was cackling now – half serious about the sparkling, twinkling nature of the dress he wanted to help build, and half joking about wanting to be a shimmering Vampire. Either way, he knew Dawn would appreciate his little comment and likely laugh along with him. The clerks meanwhile might call the police and report that a pair of crack-addicts had broken into their store and were rubbing up against the furs…

[Dawn Chekov]

Dawn gave a soft giggle as he began to list off all of his favorite colors. She loved those colors as well, but then, she loved all color. After all, there were many days that she looked as if she were the life size version of Rainbow Bright with her rainbow colored hair or pants or shirts, with unicorns and ponies and all sorts of mystical creatures. She licked her full lips that were glossed with cherry flavored balm and then winked to her friend when he spoke of how corsets could arouse. She walked over to her friend and gently closed her hand into a fist in his shirt before she pressed up against him and looked up into his silver eyes with her own icy blue gaze. "And you know just how much I love to arouse attention." She cooed back to him before she leaned up and kissed his cool cheek.

It wasn't soon after that Dawn two noticed the looks they were getting from the clerks, and just like Myk, she hated to disappoint. She glanced back to Myk and winked to him, leaning up to make it look like she was about to whisper something, however, soon enough he was making a joke about Twilight and Dawn couldn't help but squeak out a little laughter and playfully smack her friend on the chest with a force that was hardly hurtful, just more along the side of a love tap. "Now that is just rude, not just to our kind but to movies in general. You know we don't sparkle." She said with a wink and then finally pulled back to look at him.

"Well, we do, but only because we are so fabulous!" She said loudly while she primped her hair almost with a drag queen flare. Then she turned back to the fabric and found one that caught her eye. It was almost the same as the dress she had tried on, only the shimmer was stronger, and it truly had that mother of pearl sheen to it. As she let it slip through her fingers, the overhead florescent light reflected off of it, causing the it to turn pearl shades of blue and pink, of purple and green, of yellow and orange. "Now this..." She said as she held up a small part of the fabric again so that Myk could inspect it, "is fabulous. And I agree it will need lots of gems and crystals. Maybe on the bodice, following the boning?" She pitched to him to see if he would like the idea.

"The tunic look was ok, but I think perhaps a fitted top and maybe a sweetheart neckline would fit my body better, don't you think?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips, allowing him to see that technically that was what she was wearing now, that her corset gave that neckline and of course pulled in tight around her, giving her that cleavage look that normally her tiny body wouldn't have with other types of tops.

[Myk]

“I think it would be quite useful to sparkle,” Myk said sounding quite serious – as serious as any highly inebriated person could sound at any rate. Despite the fact that the closest Myk had come to anything intoxicating was the copious amounts of hairspray and product he’d worn to get his hair to stand up tonight, he still swayed and giggled like Captain Jack Sparrow. “No one’s going to run you over or walk through you and say ‘sorry mate, I didn’t see you’ when you’re practically fluorescent! Besides, it’s a perfectly good excuse not to wear clothes. And apparently one needs an excuse in Canada.”

Myk’s attention had wandered by the end of his sentence, marvelling over this organza type fabric that was the exact shade of summer; like blueberry stains on tablecloths. Of course this colour wouldn’t exactly fit the design that Dawn was crafting, but he enjoyed the slippery feel of the cloth against his fingers and how the light swirled across the wrinkles, causing him to think on about blueberry ripple ice-cream. The Telepath’s focus remained there until Dawn made an offering, pushing this weight of fabric under his nose that glistened like silk woven out of pearl shells. All thoughts of berries and sunlight were cast aside by dreams of moonlight and secret trysts. There was something magical about the fabric she’d selected and Myk nodded his head, quite speechless as he considered just what type of jewels would complement this outfit the best. Something simple and radiant like diamonds could be best – clear stones that held onto a cool fire when the light hit them at just the right angle. Either way, he couldn’t dream of recommending anything too colourful that would spoil the drama of the dress overall.

“There’s no question to be had,” he said. “Sweetheart necklines are vital to showing off a woman’s… assets. And as for jewels… I might suggest that you keep it simple. Clear crystals or something monotone and complementary… silver or black, perhaps... nothing too bold as to take the eye off the dress itself.”Myk paused to give form to his next question. “Do you think you’ll be wearing it for a performance?”