Some people were painful to look at and it was just a fact that Arielle was having trouble coming to terms with. What was wrong with people these days? There were so many tips about fashion out in the world, could they not read? People had to be told when they looked hideous. Arielle expected people to tell her when she wasn’t looking her best, and lets face it when was that. Still there was an expectation that people would sit her down and set her straight if she was wearing something hideous. Her friend Fergie had her back for things like that.

“Look at that,” she leaned over towards Fergie but not making much of an effort to hush her voice. “That dress is doing nothing for her figure.” She looked the girl up and down. “Makes her look like she has a fat ass.” Arielle chuckled, “She probably does but at the very least she could wear clothing that flattered it right?” She glanced over to Fergie as she brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “How are people so hopeless?” Arielle spoke as if she was in great pain just from witnessing the patterned mess of vomit on the dress in question. “Do they not pick up a fashion magazine and get any tips?” Arielle partially questioned what was going on in their heads when the picked that up. Did they just pick it up off the rack and not even try it on. Arielle’s heart raced with nervousness at the very idea of not trying on an article of clothing before putting it on. Maybe they didn’t go with anyone that gave them an honest opinion. Perhaps Arielle should be offering a dressing services rather than a nail polish service.

“Fergie,” she said with a sigh. “Why are we forced to witness sights like that?” She motioned towards the previous offender, who had not met up with another offender of fashion. They should be arrested for looking like that.

Weekend Outfit

Fergie was idly perusing a fashion catalog, open to the men's shoe section, as Pepper played at his feet. His shoelaces, apparently, were figuring as the villains in her kitty game today. She kept attacking them viciously, or as viciously as something that tiny and that cute could attack something.

Ordinarily he would have been very irritated. He didn't appreciate having his clothing or accessories ruined, and had explained to Pepper very firmly when he'd gotten her that she was not to mess with his things. But seriously, who could say no to that face? New shoelaces weren't that expensive. He could part with these, if it made her that happy.

At Arielle's command, he looked up from his magazine. "Now, darling, not everyone is lucky enough to have naturally cute little booties like we are," he reminded her quietly, smirking, but obediently directed his gaze towards the unfortunate girl in question. He made a thoughtful humming noise as his eyes flicked from the top of the girl's head to the toes of her flats. It was pretty terrible, he had to agree. Too many patterns, and absolutely the wrong cut.

"She probably thinks the loud colors will distract from her physical weaknesses," he decided, wrinkling his nose. Poor, poor misguided soul. "It's tragic, it really is. That is a cry for Fashion Help if I ever heard one. Next time I'm in a make over mood I'm going to find her." Because if anyone needed a completely wardrobe overhaul, it was that girl. He shook his head as her friend joined her - not as violently vibrantly dressed as her friend, just very mousy. "I don't know, darling. Sometimes I think intro to fashion should be made a core class here at school. But if they can't even be bothered to pick up a fashion magazine, I doubt they'd be able to pass."

“True, not everyone is so lucky to have our good looks.” Arielle nodded in agreement, but that didn’t mean you could wear ugly clothing. Ugly clothing was not only a crime against fashion, but it hurt other people. Arielle’s eyes burned at the very idea hideous pattern and colour choices. “Honestly if I had those physical weaknesses I would be hide them in black, but even that wouldn’t be stylish. Nobody likes the morose either.” She rolled her eyes. Arielle just couldn’t quite understand why people struggled with fashion so much. It was simple, go to a fashionable store and pick out the right clothing. Maybe for some it wasn’t as easy; they just didn’t have the skills that her and Fergie possessed? It was a strange concept to Arielle.

“It should be a core course, because not only does it harm them it hurts us too.” Arielle sneered as she took one last look at the hideous offense. “I swear it is burned into my eyes.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Maybe we should teach it?” Arielle said rather seriously. “Tell people how to dress, someone has to inform these poor souls don’t they?” Arielle was now becoming increasingly keen on the idea of teaching people about fashion, if only to save her own eyes.