[ party continuations ]

[meteorstorm]

here we go~

Comments

[meteorstorm]

He knows my tastes well enough.

[yellowhasthechest]

And which "he" would that be?

[meteorstorm]

Shiba-san.

[yellowhasthechest]

Sourpuss?

That does explain a lot.

[meteorstorm]

He understands the concepts of practicality and function over form.

[yellowhasthechest]

Both are possible at once, you know.

[I am very close to forcibly removing that stupid little flower.]

[meteorstorm]

[ you are probably one of the very few who I will let touch me like this anyway so probably wouldn't stop you if you did ]

I don't care what it looks like, so long as it does what it needs to do.

[yellowhasthechest]

And after all the time I spent picking clothes for you.

[Yup, it's going away.]

[meteorstorm]

It just needs to be comfortable enough to move in.

[ what are you even doing to me, woman ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[Making this less tragic. Pulling the flower off and adjusting the shoulder.]

I made sure of that.

[meteorstorm]

[ just going to let you fuss with it because I gave up arguing with you about girl things weeks ago ]

Clearly.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Just rolling her eyes and motioning for you to turn around.]

[meteorstorm]

[ doing as you ask and straightening her shoulders a bit ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[Going to adjust the back of this so you have actual shape, thank you.]

There. That's a little bit better.

[meteorstorm]

[ wiggling a little bit ]

I don't see what was wrong with it before.

[yellowhasthechest]

That's because you have no style.

[meteorstorm]

I wasn't aiming for style.

[yellowhasthechest]

Clearly.

[meteorstorm]

And I suppose my not wanting to show everything off never crossed your mind.

[yellowhasthechest]

It's not "everything."

[meteorstorm]

It's enough.

[yellowhasthechest]

It might distract people from how awkwardly you move with a thigh holster on.

[meteorstorm]

I move well enough.

[yellowhasthechest]

If you want to hide it, you should probably do better than "well enough."

[Finding something to sit on, crossing her legs.]

[meteorstorm]

Hiding it was never the intention. I just can't wear it over a dress.

[ I can do this too ]