[h3][color=Peru][i]Faarah Wahba[/i][/color][/h3]
The Trooper's comeback made him snicker as he continued the work. With the wire firmly in place he pulled the trigger, which caused the prop to light up and play the sound effect. Snapping the barrel back on he fastened the last screw, and upon the last turn the gun was taken with the tip of the driver still in the head of the screw. He didn't think much of it, she was obviously exited and thankful. When the helmet came off and revealed Natsuko, he smiled knowing this was for a fellow Mall worker. Faarah didn't know her personally, but he knew that at least twice a day Ayumi would shout her name, much like she did for most of them.

After mentioneing a wallet, which was undoudetly in her pants pocket, Natsuko started to remove the costume piece by piece. It started as a simple act but was quicky becoming an exhibition. A million thoughs were racing through his head. This was lunch time on the weekend, there were customers in the mall, he barely knew her, he should turn away, she might need help, he doesnt want to make a sceen, this was already a sceen. When she asked for help he was already half way toward her, attempting to pull both shirts down without touching her exposed skin. It was then he noticed the lack of bra, which made things twice as bad and four times as awkward. He was able to find two buckles on the back, which he promptly undid. "[color=Peru]Does that help? You know you could of just paid later. Why would you buy such a complicated mess.[/color]"
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