soul_campaign | video ☆ february 17th, noon.

[The post opens inside of some swank hipster store in the mall, with ZATANNA outside of the dressing rooms, looking a little impatient.] Come on out! I'm sure you look wonderful!

[ and from inside the dressing room all that can be heard is the muffle of ALLEN'S voice; ] You’re filming this, aren’t you? I’m going to stay in here.

[Zee shrugs.] Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to go get pretzels and a smoothie myself.

[ a pause while Allen seriously deliberates on his priorites—but then, why can’t he have both? ] Can you bring them over here?

I will, but you have to come out to eat it.

[ deadpan ] No.

[With a frown, she leaves and comes back with enough for the both of them and stands right outside of the door so he can smell the pretzels.]

[ smell... the pretzels. he pokes his head out the tiniest bit, turning in the direction of the food. ]

[Zee shakes the pretzel in one hand and the smoothie in the other. Come to deliciousness...]

[ and without thinking anymore Allen makes his way carefully (read: flies) out of the fitting room, going right for the food without thinking. ]

[He is wearing a red and white-striped t-shirt and a pair of short black shorts with neon-colored, geometric shapes all over them.] Oh, you look fantastic, Allen! I knew these were perfect for you!

[ he feels like he will care about this in a moment, but he needs to finish this food first. ]

[While he's busy eating, Zatanna pulls out a neon green fannypack and loops it around his waist before coming around to look at her handiwork again, admiring the clothing as if he's the best dressed in all of Death City.] Doesn't he look great, everyone?

[ and with the last bite of pretzel gone (this whole thing took about 45 seconds, Allen suddenly realizes what's going on. ] What are you doing?! This isn't what I meant when I said I needed help finding new clothes. [ -- and turns to make his way back behind the curtain without another word. ]

[Zatanna doesn't seem to understand why he's so embarrassed and comes back to the door, knocking on it several times before the feed finally ends.]