sharpememory | [19] - [Private, Prefect.]

All right, Comrade.

Do you have a suit? Do you need a suit? I have unlimited credit here, Comrade, we can basically buy everything.

Wait. Unlimited credit? Seriously? Unlimited funds?

Yes, Comrade. You could have many suits.

Correction. We could both have many suits, gloves and ties. Where are you at the moment?

I'm--

Wait, I see you!

I'm waving!

[WAVE WAVE WAVE]

[WHY, WHO IS THAT ACROSS THE STREET.]

I'll just- [Said into the journal, before realizing something. And then shouting across the street.] Prefect, don't try to cross the road!

[Prefect frowns]

Why not? I don't think I can buy you things if we remain on seperate sides of the street, Comrade.

[Barron crosses the street quickly, waiting for breaks in the cars.]

Sorry, man. It's just that you don't really- [Barron paused. How to explain.] It's just that the rules say that people aren't meant to cross the road.

[Prefect narrowed his eyes, peering at Barron with an expression of mild concern.]

I feel like you're probably lying about that, Comrade, but I don't know why you would...

[Sigh.]

Oh well. We should find an extremely expensive tailor... do you know where anything is here?

There are people roads here. [Barron said, pointing at the sidewalk.] But anyway, we should find that tailor. There should be one that way.

[Probably. He had no idea. TIME TO START WALKING IN THAT DIRECTION.]

[It took a few minutes of walking for Prefect to realize why it didn't make sense for Barron to know his way around, but by that point he didn't want to make their nice walk awkward, so... he just rolled with it, and eventually, sure enough, a tailors shop rose up out of the distance.]

Does this place look good, Comrade?

[Prefect only knows of one clothing brand. FACTORY.]

[Barron doesn't speak French by a long shot, but he knows the cut of a good suit when he sees it.]

Sure does, Comrade. [Barron said, managing to make the term sound normal enough.] You've got a good eye.

[Barron called him Comrade! Prefect felt a warm little thrill of happiness at this. Normally only Shego and O'Brien called him Comrade, and Shego was sometimes being sarcastic, and O'Brien wasn't a great person to be called Comrade by.]

Thank you! Let's buy several! [He suggested helpfully, heading for the shop door and stepping through into the store.]

[Barron didn't have a problem with this suggestion in the slightest. He followed Prefect into the shop and immediately went to the nearest rack. These were good suits.]

More than several I think. [Oh, and the ties! Time to compare them to some suits.]

I think after this we should go buy some gourmet things. Or golden things.

[Someone had come over to him, and was saying polite things in French.]

Hello! [Said Prefect.] We would like to buy some expensive suits, Comrade!

[Apparently the attendant understood that, because Prefect suddenly found himself being measured.]

We should get a ton of gold things. [Ah, gold. The universal currency. Besides, Barron needed a new watch.]

[He stood back at first while Prefect was being measured, before going to pick a few suits that he thought would suit Prefect. They were universally slick and dark.]

[Prefect was good at being measured. He was good at holding perfectly still and letting people move around him with tape measures. He just stared into the distance, and let it happen. Then, once it was over, he glanced at Barron.]

Have you found any good ones, Comrade?

[It certainly looked like Barron had found some good suits.]

[Barron was pleased by the unlimited funds the credit card provided, but getting slightly put out that he could have done the same thing if he had his power. He ignored the feeling, and brought no less than four suits over to Prefect.]

I found more than a few good ones. I could bring over the whole rack. [They were really good suits.]

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