lung, liver, ass, jacket, pot, spine, fez, page, cover, rabbit, bowler, kidney, fedora, knife, beret, heart
A vintage costume shop. Ko filled their lungs, caught the faintly musty scent of old clothing en masse, but also something spicy and intriguing, like paprika or cardamom. Af and Ko wandered up and down the aisles, trying on accessories. Ko tried on a magenta fedora, a lime green bowler. Af shook their head gravely at each, keeping a straight face with obvious effort, but the gold fez was too much, they broke into a delighted laugh.
On the other hand, on Af an indigo beret with rabbit ears peeping out from its sides was disturbingly fetching. And a too-short rainbow paisley whirl brocade jacket made their ass look fantastic. Af was a book they wanted to devour, cover, spine, pages, all. They mimed stabbing an imaginary knife into their own heart: I die, I die of beauty!
Ko watched, bemused, as Af paid real spacebucks to save the outfit to their permanent library. “Do you think there’s somewhere around here we could get some pot?”
“I’d rather have scotch,” Ko said. Since SeecheeTri had leveled up the olfactories, they’d been getting into sampling different varieties.
“RIP your kidneys,” Af said with a laugh.
“I think you mean liver?” Ko countered.
Af shrugged, smiling impishly. “Whatever.” They pressed a quick kiss to Ko’s lips.
I die, I die of beauty, Ko thought, again.