Exactly what it says in the tin. The election has been/is a train wreck, so I'm writing sports anime fluff to deal. Pairings and theme will be marked in the subject of each reply.
"Maki-chan, why am I doing this again?" Toudou asked, staring at the boxes of clothes strewn across Makishima's living room floor.
"Request from Ren," Makishima replied. "He wants photos for his new catalog and asked me to help for some reason. The theme's 'individualized comfort'; these are some of the models."
"So what exactly are we doing with them?"
"Make whatever outfits you want. The photographer's going to be here in about half an hour."
"Fine," Toudou sighed, "but you owe me extra help on my English homework after this."
He started sorting through the box closest to him, holding up everything for inspection before tossing it aside. "I can't use any of this, Maki-chan!" he exclaimed several minutes later as the last shirt landed in his reject pile. "Like this shirt. It would be perfect if the sides were pulled up a bit! Or this skirt. It's completely flat right now, but if you gave it an asymmetric hem and let the lining show through?"
"Then do," Makishima said. "The sewing machine's on the kitchen table if you want it."
"Wait. Really!?"
"That's the point," Makishima said, gritting his teeth. "In•di•vi•du•a•liz•ed. You can customize it however you want."
"Awesome! Thanks, Maki-chan!" Toudou said as he gathered an armful of clothes. On his way out the door, he noticed the clothes Makishima was setting out, and he stopped dead.
"You aren't actually thinking of combining those, are you?" he asked in horror, pointing at a soft grey sweater sitting on top of a pair of bright blue pants with jagged yellow stripes.
"Why not?"
"They don't match at all!"
"Of course they do. It's like a cloud and lightning. I'd call it 'Thunderstorm,'" Makishima said. Then he pointed to the other, equally gaudy piles. "That one's 'Spring Rain,' and that one's 'Typhoon.'"
Toudou squinted. He still wasn't sure he saw it, but he had long ago given up trying to make sense of Makishima's style. There were some things that were better just accepted without question.
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Makishima & Toudou: Fashion
"Request from Ren," Makishima replied. "He wants photos for his new catalog and asked me to help for some reason. The theme's 'individualized comfort'; these are some of the models."
"So what exactly are we doing with them?"
"Make whatever outfits you want. The photographer's going to be here in about half an hour."
"Fine," Toudou sighed, "but you owe me extra help on my English homework after this."
He started sorting through the box closest to him, holding up everything for inspection before tossing it aside. "I can't use any of this, Maki-chan!" he exclaimed several minutes later as the last shirt landed in his reject pile. "Like this shirt. It would be perfect if the sides were pulled up a bit! Or this skirt. It's completely flat right now, but if you gave it an asymmetric hem and let the lining show through?"
"Then do," Makishima said. "The sewing machine's on the kitchen table if you want it."
"Wait. Really!?"
"That's the point," Makishima said, gritting his teeth. "In•di•vi•du•a•liz•ed. You can customize it however you want."
"Awesome! Thanks, Maki-chan!" Toudou said as he gathered an armful of clothes. On his way out the door, he noticed the clothes Makishima was setting out, and he stopped dead.
"You aren't actually thinking of combining those, are you?" he asked in horror, pointing at a soft grey sweater sitting on top of a pair of bright blue pants with jagged yellow stripes.
"Why not?"
"They don't match at all!"
"Of course they do. It's like a cloud and lightning. I'd call it 'Thunderstorm,'" Makishima said. Then he pointed to the other, equally gaudy piles. "That one's 'Spring Rain,' and that one's 'Typhoon.'"
Toudou squinted. He still wasn't sure he saw it, but he had long ago given up trying to make sense of Makishima's style. There were some things that were better just accepted without question.