[ party continuations ]

[meteorstorm]

here we go~

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[westblockstory]

. . . come on.

[breaks form, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the tent]

[meteorstorm]

[ he isn't even going to argue and just follow along quickly behind, eyes on the ground and face probably making a wonderful impression of a tomato ]

[westblockstory]

[drags him around to the back of the structure. no entrance here, so it's pretty unlikely that anyone else will walk this way]

[meteorstorm]

[ darkness is good but he's still looking around warily ]

I have other clothes. I can change in my cabin.

[westblockstory]

Do you want me to go get something for you, or would you rather walk home like that?

[meteorstorm]

[ weighing the pros and cons here--yep ]

There's a grey suit in the closet near my bed. There should be a blue tie near it somewhere. It should be obvious which is mine.

[ the one that looks like it's never been slept in and everything around it is perfectly neat and clean and organized ]

[westblockstory]

I can figure it out. Leave it to me, I won't take long.

[meteorstorm]

[ he'll try to stay as far in the dark as possible, meanwhile ]

. . . Thank you.

[westblockstory]

Just doing my best to spoil our captors' plans. I'll be back.

[melting away into the night]

[meteorstorm]

[ he will hide out and sulk until you return ]

[westblockstory]

[will be as quick as he can, though it may not be obvious that he's back until he calls out:]

Still there?

[meteorstorm]

[ he's somewhere in a dark shadowy corner fussing with the zipper on the back of his dress ]

Still here.

[westblockstory]

I can see that.

[and in point of fact he can, now that he knows where to look]

Need some help?

[meteorstorm]

It was easier to get on than it is to get off.

[ just turning his back to you ]

[westblockstory]

Probably fit better at the time.

[will be quick about pulling the zipper down, then steps back and holds out the suit]

[meteorstorm]

That's for certain.

[ a quick look around to make sure no one else is nearby and he doesn't seem to care much about you being there when he strips the rest of the way and starts tugging on proper clothing ]

[westblockstory]

[politely looking out at the desert anyway]

That or someone sabotaged your zipper, but I don't think so. Too easy for that.

[meteorstorm]

[ tucking his shirt in and then zipping up his pants ]

They'd have to have gotten near me, first.

[westblockstory]

Why? Where did you get that dress in the first place?

[meteorstorm]

That thing a few weeks ago. It worked fine, before.

[ fussing with his tie and then pulling on the jacket ]

[westblockstory]

Oh, well. If that's all it takes to gain your trust . . .

[meteorstorm]

I meant the zipper worked fine. I had to try it on, didn't I?

[westblockstory]

I thought this wasn't your choice.

[meteorstorm]

Shiba-san picked it out.

[westblockstory]

Friend of yours?