#mpxlupin

[exmpxsakura]

fresh start;

@mpxlupin

Sakura hardly remembered the trip to Mount Phoenix, since she was barely conscious for the trip from Japan. It had been disorienting, to wake up after the battle with the nogitsune in the sterile, bright hospital room - the only familiar thing being her brother sitting at her bedside. In the end, she was glad he had thought to bring them to the island, though. A healing god had fixed up her injuries much faster and better than any human doctor could; after just a few days, the only sign of the gaping wound in her side was some slight discolouration, as if it had already been healed for years. And even that, she was told, would likely fade.

Thank the gods, because it would have been a huge hit to her career if she had a giant ugly scar marring her side, and it would be a lie to suggest that had not been one of the things at the forefront of her mind while she was in the hospital. Fortunately, her crop top days were far from over.

As such, she was in high spirits when Lupin came to pick her up after she was discharged - and her spirits lifted further when he presented her with a nice dress and the promise that they were going somewhere nice for lunch. She was practically skipping as they made their way out to the car, soaking in the fresh air and warm sunshine. “You always know exactly what I need, Lu. What would I do without you?”

[juyeonmp]

“It’s because you're pretty, that’s why you have problems.”

"I agree that I'm pretty, I know I'm attractive but... I don't think I have that many problems? Life here is pretty nice, there's a lot of good people to talk to, I reconnected with one of my best friends, and I have half-sisters so that's pretty great too."

[exmpxsakura]

“I hope manners is the next cool trend.”

"Are you really going to shade me for being grumpy when I stayed up until 2am helping you test out those new products?" Sakura complained as she shuffled over to the couch, the coffee Lupin had made her in hand. She was no stranger to sleep deprivation, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about it. Or pleasant.

Once she had plopped onto the couch, she took out her phone and brought up the photos they had taken, zooming in to examine the details as she sipped her coffee. The morning did feel more bearable with some caffeine in her system. "Okay, okay, thank you so very much for the coffee, my good sir. Now come take a look at these pictures. When can I post some? My followers are going to go feral for this look - you really outdid yourself."

[mpxcharlotte]

convergence;

@mpxlupin

Now that the triplets were actually making money, Charlotte did not really know what to do with herself - or, more specifically, with her wardrobe. She had always been incredibly frugal, getting all her clothes from thrift stores or cheap online retailers, with little consideration for what she actually liked. Most clothing suited her willowy figure fairly well, so that had never been much of a consideration, either. Her wardrobe was entirely utilitarian. Largely plain. A stark contrast from HEXED’s elaborate stage outfits.

When Apollo mentioned that a well-regarded stylist had recently turned up on the island, she began to think that things needed to change. The band was gaining more and more success, and even off the stage it was probably a good idea for her to look like HEXED’s lead signer Charlotte, rather than boring old Charlotte Choi. No one ever gave Charlotte Choi a second glance, after all. Maybe it would help some of her on-stage confidence bleed into other areas of her life.

So, she had booked a session with the stylist. And all she could do was hope that he would not be too harsh on her as she knocked on the door of his penthouse, a single suitcase containing all her clothes sitting beside her. She already felt out of her depth, anxiety knotting up her insides. It was irrational, she knew, but she fully expected that he was going to hate her and her clothes and her pathetic lack of style.

This was a mistake.