[PRP] What a Punk (Exene x Ruffled Soundwave)

[Ruler]

It was a rainy day in Drizzletown - shocker, I know - and Exene was quietly humming as she pawed through some of her stock, shaking out shirts that have become wrinkled with time. The quirky little earth pony owned and operated a vintage clothing store here in Drizzletown, mostly focused on punk clothing. She loved everything about finding and curating a collection of unique and funky clothing. It wasn't for everyone, she knew, but those who wandered into the shop and had even an inkling of interest tended to appreciate it.

The shop was dimly lit, with old rock music playing softly in the background. Exene ignored the playing music - often too soft for her taste - and was mentally playing along to a different song in her head as she sorted through the various articles of clothing and accessories. It was mostly organized - it was clean and tidy, at least - but there was no pattern to what hung wear. Old ballgowns next to shiny spandex pants. A leather jacket hanging by a neon, multi-colored studded belt. It was an interesting place to say the least, but it was quiet - too quiet for Exene's liking. And the rain only worsened the matter; no one was out taking strolls, so no one was just absentmindedly wandering their way into her store. But she was used to that, by now.

 

[SmhItsWeylin]

It had been a while since Soundwave had been peacefully hanging around his own home. Between concerts, trying to find more work, and spending every waking moment alongside Hazy, a pony he'd become quite.. obsessed with, it seemed he had no time for him any more! If he wasn't sleeping he was working, and that was on a 50/50 split right now.

As much as the poor boy longed to shuffle his way back to that old home of his and nap for the rest of his life, he knew he had work to do. He had to go eat, for one, something he commonly put aside for an extra nap. He was also being reminded that hiding away in his home didn't lead to opportunities. Nobody became a famous singer by going to small concerts then disappearing for months to nap until the next one.

As he strolled through the rain grumpily, he found his thought process paused as the soft sound of music flowed by. He turned his head and the feathers along his back perked up a bit. What was this? A clothing store? Just from what he could see through the rain covered windows he was intrigued. It seemed just his style! He'd never really bothered with accessories. Some ponies likes clothes, others didn't, but a look wouldn't hurt, right?

He trotted his way off to the door, slowly pushing his way in as he scanned the walls. Oh, it was quite nice-. And, here we are again, he's left confused as his gaze landed on a quite stylish pony, piercings and a nice jacket. There was a lot of respect in his mind in that moment, but he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy. [I bet Hazy would think they were just stunning.. No! What are you thinking? What does that even matter? Hmph..] Oh, he sure it a grumpy one, huh?

@Ruler​