dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh. I mean. Mine are all pretty weird?

Wh-why, what, uh. What've you got?

[unbr8kable]

Tougher stuff. I mean...what do you count as 'weird'?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Just - y'know. Tougher stuff. Kinda - kinda hit the easy ones already.

[He hesitates for a long couple of seconds, before he hands over: "play seven minutes in heaven," "kiss someone while you're tied up," "let someone dress you in a pretty costume," and "make out for five minutes."]

[unbr8kable]

[Reads them over, and then reads them over again. Her expression stays fairly neutral]

Huh...huh.

[Pauses]

...Didn't somebody already dress you up?

[crossmyheartandhope]

What, a guy can't get in the Halloween spirit with a vampire cape these days?

[unbr8kable]

Usually the cape comes with pants, but you do you. Just saying, should remember to mark it off the list, is all.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I had one of those swap outfit squares, okay? And Silence had one, too.

Figured an extra layer'd be a little less breezy.

[unbr8kable]

But not pretty enough to count?

[Pauses, because while hassling him is familiar and easy, they (probably) both know it's not actually getting her closer to the answer she's looking for. Shifts, casual]

I ask, 'cause we get two, right? So I could do that for you, if you want.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Not, uh. Not hands on enough to count, I guess. I did the changing myself... so.

[He hesitates, going even redder.]

...would that be. I mean. Would you be cool with that?

[unbr8kable]

I did suggest it, but. Would you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. Yeah, that's cool with me.

[unbr8kable]

Okay. Then--okay.

[Pauses again, considers. Starts heading towards the dress-up area, expecting him to fall in beside her]

...You got any hard nos or is what counts as 'pretty' up to my jurisdiction?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He falls in after her, not quite casual.]

Like I know anything about fashion?

Gimme whatever, dude, you'll do a better job picking than I would.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, I got some ideas already, but-- I mean, you had feelings on the right number of buckles before, so...

[Hesitates, nudges into him]

If something's too much, you can tell me, that's all. I wanna know.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...hey. I trust you.

[Nudges back.]

If you totally jump the shark though, I'm gonna call you out.

[unbr8kable]

Sounds like famous last words, but... Okay, sure.

...Though I'm gonna have to see what I have to work with, first.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Costume racks're right over there.

[He points?]

[unbr8kable]

[Points back at him]

Jacket, please.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh. Right.

[He takes off the vampire coat - makes a self-conscious little tada gesture, though his face is very red.]

[He's got on something similar to this, but with silver boots in place of the leg pieces.]

[unbr8kable]

Mm...

[Looks him up and down--makes him do a turnaround. Idly notes how many freckles (so many!) but pushes it aside.]

I like the boots. You can keep the boots.

[crossmyheartandhope]

That mean you're gonna stick with the silver look?

[His face is even darker after the turnaround, if that's even possible.]

[unbr8kable]

Mm, I think I prefer some color on you.

[And she doesn't not look at the flush down his face, because she's kind of bad at this, so she starts walking again, to the costume racks.]

...Uh, anyways--go take that off. I'll meet you in the dressing room for the main event.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh... yeah. Uh.

[He swallows hard at the words "dressing room," but manages a nod.]

See you there.

[And he ducks his head and takes off in that direction.]

[unbr8kable]

[She watches him go, then turns to delve into the rows of costuming. She has an idea of what he might like, or at least she might like, and it doesn't take too long to find things that would do.

She comes back with a bag full of treasures, and thinks to knock on the doorway an instant before just pushing right past the curtain and stepping in]

Ready for me?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah... let's see what you got.

[He's stripped down - is in just his boxer briefs. The boots have come off, too; he wasn't sure if he'd need them off to put on whatever she brought back with her.]

[His posture is going for casual, but honestly it lands a little closer to self-conscious on the scale. His cheeks are still dark.]