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You did make a real big mess out of 'em... Better nix those guys, think they're done.

Yeah... yeah.

They're, uh - kinda a mess.

[He bites down on his lip, self-conscious - reaches toward the underwear, shimmying carefully out of them]

[Watches the shift of his hips and the line of his back,]

[He straightens up when he's done, still flushed]

You think I oughtta get another pair, or just...?

[Indicates the dress]

[Looks him up and down again, gaze heavy and lingering]

...You better go without. 'Specially if you're just gonna make a mess again.

Ah... right.

Then - right.

[The flush goes darker; he swallows, with effort]

[Then he picks the dress up, hesitant, and starts to squirm into it]

[Watches as he works it over his head, and down his chest, and past his hips, and that's about where the fabric runs out]

[She hums, appreciative]

[...oh]

[There is not much of it,]

...uh.

[Flips his skirt]

...Xia!!

[WOW is he blushing, scrambling to put it back down,]

[Grins]

Ready to show off to your fans, then?

Not that much...!

[Snickers but drops a peck on his cheek, smoothing out any remaining wrinkles in the fabric]

Nah...not that much.

[She fingercombs through his hair, and takes a wipe to make sure there's no questionable stains over his face or elsewhere, before doing a last check in the mirror]

There. Now you look respectable, right?

Edited 2022-01-26 22:26 (UTC)

[Tugging the skirt down a little,]

This really count as respectable?

[Trails her fingers high on his thigh]

Respectably good...

Guess, uh. Guess that's gonna have to work.

For now...

[Gooses him again before straightening her lapels]

Think I look okay?

[The flush goes darker still, when she gooses him,]

You look great.

Well, you look better.

[Drops a kiss on his temple]

C'mon, let's meet our adoring fans before that skirt starts becoming a problem.

[Taps at the small of his back. Perhaps finally time to leave the dressing room,]

[He hesitates for a long second or two before finally stepping out, tugging the skirt down as much as it will go,]

Long as we get where we're going quick, should be fine.

[The fabric does its best to keep his propriety covered, and she does a valiant job of not getting handsy when he would make such an amazing face if she did. She does set out a pair of white heels to match the dress; not extremely high and with some iridescent sparkle near the pointed toe. There is absolutely no ulterior motive for this shoe choice at all,]

[He steps into the shoes, careful - wobbles a little, and leans in against her. He has not stopped blushing,]

If I break an ankle, it's totally on you.

Edited 2022-01-28 16:25 (UTC)

Well you can only break one, so it's prolly fine.

[Wraps her arm behind his back, helping]

Edited 2022-01-28 22:26 (UTC)

I mean... I guess you ain't wrong.

[Leaning into her a little]

Where we going, anyways?

There's the display space at the middle of the floor--can show off to the crowd there before changing back. Simple, right?

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