damsel in distress

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[The dressing room is on a roll today. As much as Terra would love to pulverize all the Unversed that's currently spawned around him...

He doesn't have the ability to do so, for the dress he's currently in is not allowing him to move much.

If only he could destroy things by pure rage without actually moving.]

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[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Breathes.]

Thanks. That was killing me.

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

No problem.

[...though what now. :c]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[At least he feels better in his make shift loincloth /what]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[ffffffff.]

Should I...

[G-gestures at his skirt.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[asdfgsgsf]

Do you have anything there that can cover me up afterwards?

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

I could go find something?

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

Please.

[Nearing to facepalming again.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[In that case, brb raiding the nearest closet! She'll be back in a minute with a pair of his normal hakama. c:]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[OMG I MISSED THOSE. Now can we get this off. It's not like he's completely naked underneath it.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[Yes, yes. Works the dress downwards, not looking.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Red too but trying not to react too much.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[This is so awkward. There, dress is at his feet now. Hands him the hakama.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Brb putting it on YES HIS OWN CLOTHING I MISSED YOU ;A;]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[Hee. c:]

Better?

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

Much. Thanks.

[And as a thank you he pecks her on the nose at that. Aha.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[fjksfhg watch her go red all over again at that!]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Why are you suddenly so awkward great now he feels as if he did something wrong.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[But she's smiling :<]

It was nothing.

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Pets her head with a sigh before walking to the door and peeking out.

-- shit his shoes are stalking outside.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[... Okay, she's just going to try setting them on fire. :|]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[... flaming shoes stalking.]

... this is ridiculous.

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[Okay, freezing them to put the fire out, then. She doesn't want to set the DR on fire.]

There has to be some way to get rid of them.

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

It's like Shoegazers only ten times worse.

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[s-snorts.]

Exactly.

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Closes the door again B|]