[pcs] beau

[unanswering]

nsfw fanfic critique group

Comments

[disreguarded]

[ it doesn't take long for beau to dig out the pieces of her canon outfit. she's not sure she can do the boots, if only because her ankle's still fucked up, but she's excited anyway. even just getting to wear her jacket again has her amped up. ]

Yeah, see? Look how fucking awesome this jacket is.

[unanswering]

[excuse him, he's too bi for that outfit, what the fuck. it's not like he isn't used to the exposed-skin kind of style with her, but maybe it's because it's something nicer than the bandeau & track pants combo?? he definitely looks a little surprised, before giving her a little grin.]

It really is-- you do have fashion sense after all.

[he has to tease a little. it's a good distraction, at least, thank the gods he has all this acting practice.

he's picked out something more like this to start, holding the pile of fabric in his arms while he looks for somewhere to change. maybe he's just going to have to hide behind a clothes rack, damn.]

[disreguarded]

[ ayyy. she finger guns him because she knows she's hot. whatever, she owns it. ]

I won't look. [ she hums, digging through the rest of the closet. though she does peek at the outfit. ] That's gonna look super fuckin' good on you.

[unanswering]

[don't finger gun him!! he quickly covers his face with his fan, looking away.]

-it isn't what I normally would wear, but... sometimes it fits the situation best.

[he's going to have some difficulty changing though, with his particular injuries-- the chest wound hurts? so he reluctantly speaks up after a little bit.]

Beau, could you... I might need a hand, actually.

[disreguarded]

[ aw, bud. ]

Yeah, I can help. I won't look as much as possible, how about that? [ she doesn't want to undo her work, after all. and then, teasing because she can't help herself: ] I did refuse your marriage proposal, right?

[unanswering]

It really wasn't-!!

[he starts to protest, then just exhales a little sigh as he hands her the outer layers of this getup.]

But I suppose you did, yes.

[disreguarded]

[ she's laughing!! ]

I'm kidding. I know. [ she's very careful about helping him undress, though! ]

[unanswering]

[thank you beau... he'll let her, though he's still a little hesitant about it. nie huaisang will also sort of help direct her with particular fastenings, the order in which the layers go, all that sort of thing because he did basically just pass her a big ol' pile of fabric.]

[disreguarded]

This is so much clothes.

[ she says, inanely, as she helps. ] The fuck do you even have the patience to get this stuff on in the first place?

[unanswering]

It's what I've always been used to... well, and I have attendants when I need to wear something ceremonial.

[it's easy when you're used to it! he also has extremely long hair, of course he has patience for fashion.]

[disreguarded]

Ooh, fancy. [ tease, tease. ] This is the reason I don't wear a lot of shit.

The hair is just because it pissed my dad off, though.

[unanswering]

But it does suit you well.

[he says it offhandedly enough, because yeah, he knows she knows he's hot. god.]

[disreguarded]

[ she laughs, making a face at him. ]

Thanks. I make it work. And - I think that's all of it? Or did I get the layering wrong? [ nhs your whole clothing situation is ridiculous ]

[unanswering]

No, this should be... ah, adjust the belt a little-- there.

[he's just finding a mirror because i assume a room like this has one, looking himself over, then nodding. yep, her help definitely passes.]

It's been a while since I've worn something like this... I already feel odd without my sleeves.

[disreguarded]

[ she grins at him looking himself over! work it. ]

Yeah, I've never seen you in something not super like - ornamental. You know? [ she takes the chance to stretch languidly, with a yawn. ]

Where are you gonna keep all your secrets if you don't have any sleeves?

[unanswering]

I don't know- perhaps my hair?

[that's why his hair is so long IT'S FULL OF SECRETS. he's grinning slightly at that, though.]

But ornamental clothes aren't so bad, either. They suit me well enough.

[he knows he's a pretty man.]

[disreguarded]

[ pfffffft ]

They do suit you. So does this. [ she says, approvingly. she reaches over to gently tug his hair! ] Come on. We're finally out of the stupid formal wear, and now we can actually party.

[unanswering]

[his grin brightens a little at the compliment, and he reaches out to take hold of her arm with a brief nod.]

Shall we, then? I'll be counting on you to make sure nothing happens.

[disreguarded]

Of course. [ she bangs her fist against her chest once before settling into his grip. ] That's me, everybody's first time babysitter.

You got any preferences or should we just go for it? Like - oh shit, we should do the stuff that makes you see sounds, I bet your art would be fucking awesome.

[unanswering]

It makes you see sounds...?

[okay, yes, he sounds intrigued.]

Let's try that, yes.

[disreguarded]

[ she thought he might! she scoots on towards the room of req!

and because she goes in first, it's what she wants it to be - a room that almost resembles a cabin of a ship. it's comfy, the air smells sort of salty, like the ocean breeze. and there's a big soft bed, along with a box on the bedside table. there's also art supplies! ]

Fuck yeah. This place is so cool.

[unanswering]

Oh-!

[he's just going to investigate immediately, glancing over those art supplies before heading to take a seat on the big comfy bed, inhaling deeply. the scent is nice, too.]

I really should have spent more time investigating this one.

[disreguarded]

[ grin. ]

I found Ayabe in here earlier. It looked a lot different. Way more clean and organized. He nearly lost his mind over the clean towels, it was fucking adorable.

[ she'll sprawl out on the bed, stretching languidly again. hm, yes, nice. ]

[unanswering]

I'll have to use it sometime, then, and see how it looks for me. If you'd like to see it.

[he assumes something more like home, and-- finds that he sort of likes the idea of showing her. but he just falls onto his back as well, with a contented little sigh at how comfortable this bed is.]

[disreguarded]

Of course I would, babe. Next time. [ she reaches over for that box on the bedside table, bringing it over to them. ]

Okay, okay-okay-okay. So it'll probably take a bit to kick in, so just keep that in mind. It's not like booze. It's different.