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[unbr8kable]

[Hums, as if considering this...then carefully slices a chunk off her hamburger steak and takes a bite; hums again as she chews and swallows. She does not seem in any particular hurry to answer, at least while he's squirming so]

...Sure, we can play it by ear. I'm just saying you're free to speak is all. I'll bring a gag when I need you to keep quiet.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He had been going for another fry, but he stops mid-reach instead, making a sound that's decidedly startled]

[He takes a shaky breath in, after that - obliges her by squirming more]

You, uh. You think you'll need to?

[unbr8kable]

Like I said, we'll play it by ear.

[Takes another bite, a little broccoli head this time, possibly meant as garnish]

...I do like hearing you, though. So in general you should feel welcome to speak up.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah, well.

[He reaches for that fry, finally - shifts again, and absently smooths his skirt down]

I like hearing you, too.

So... so if you got any fan stuff you wanted to try, you should say, too. Okay?

[unbr8kable]

[Her cheeks warm again, but she nods, clearing her throat]

I got some ideas... You'll be the first to know when they're ready to go, okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...thanks.

[He realizes what his hand is doing - manages to get it back up on the table, a little shaky]

[His own cheeks are very warm, his smile almost shy]

Can't wait to hear em.

[unbr8kable]

For now, you're gonna have to.

[Tosses her hair, but comes off a little shy nevertheless]

Eat up, and we'll see what happens after that. How're you doing, by the way?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes a little darker - ducks his head, and picks up a chicken tender, beginning to munch]

I'm good.

This is all - good.

[unbr8kable]

[Relaxes a little at that; cuts another piece of burger]

Oh yeah? I mean, there's new clothes and all. The fit okay?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah, the fit ain't bad.

[He shifts again,]

Little shorter than I'm used to, though.

[unbr8kable]

The cage or the skirt?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush grows deeper,]

Uh.

Both?

[unbr8kable]

Mmm... So, you like it skimpy or no?

[crossmyheartandhope]

It's kinda, like... embarrassing?

[Another shift, and he reaches for a couple of fries]

But, like.


[A long pause, and when he speaks again, his voice is very quiet]

But, like. That's kinda good, too?

[unbr8kable]

Ah...

[She cocks her head, thinking]

Embarrassing 'cause somebody could see? Or 'cause you're hoping somebody will?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I... I dunno.

[He hesitates - reaches for a couple more fries]

...both?

...neither?

[unbr8kable]

Huh, okay. If it don't matter to you, that tells me something, too.

[She knocks at his ankle again...well, closer to his knee this time, but hey]

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... I mean.

[He shivers, at the touch of her foot - swallows, hard]

It would be real embarrassing, if someone saw? But not... bad. So both.

But that ain't the only reason it's good. So... so neither.

[unbr8kable]

[She hums, absorbing this. Her foot draws higher up his thigh]

Anything else I should keep in mind?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath stutters in his throat, and the shift this time is closer to an outright squirm]

What, uh. What kinda thing?

[unbr8kable]

[Perfect. Her foot continues sliding up, heel eventually resting on the edge of his chair, near where his legs meet but not forcing anything. Her tone stays light at his reaction]

Any kind. Communication's important, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He glances down, flushed and restless - hyper aware of how close she is]

R-real important.

[Another shift; she can feel the rustle of the petticoats, this time]

Can't - can't think of nothing, though.

[unbr8kable]

Alright. Well, my office's always open.

[Her tone is mild, though her gaze follows his fluster and the blush that goes down past his neckline.

At the scratch of his petticoats her foot twitches, brushing against the warmth of his inner thigh light enough to be unintentional]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches at that too-soft brush of her foot; he shifts again, possibly closer to the edge of the chair this time]

O-oh yeah?

[unbr8kable]

[She stays put...unless the petticoats move to tickle her foot again, in which case it flexes once more]

Yeah. I mean. I'm always here for you if you wanna talk, y'know?