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[Sup, Luceti. There's a certain redhead walking to the bakery.

A certain redhead who's wearing nothing but briefs.

Every now and then, he appears to tug at something below his wrist with a little frown before moving on ahead casually, as if he doesn't even realize that he's pretty much half naked.

At least he's got the body for this kind of thing.]



((ooc: Luke is following The Emperor's New Clothes, although instead of believing his clothes are invisible to those who are stupid or unfit, he just thinks he's actually wearing very nice clothes.))

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[... He narrows his eyes a little in confusion at that.]

What are you talking about? Of course I'm... wearing...

[That's when he looks down and sees that he is, in fact, not wearing any outfit. The confusion, and the muddled surprise on his face, only lasts for a moment though, before he closes his eyes and shakes his head. What was that? Of course he's wearing something. It's gaudy and uncomfortable and useless, but for some reason he likes it.]

... an outfit. How can you not see it?

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[She chances a glance upward when he pauses, though she quickly glances away again as he continues. Though when he continues onwards, she just as quickly glances away again.]

I... I swear, I don't see anything except your underwear.

[PLEASE LUKE BELIEVE HER, UNDERWEAR IS SOMETHING SHE DOES NOT JOKE ABOUT.]

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[He opens his eyes again, and a brief flash of his underwear shows in his eyes before they revert back to the clothes he could've sworn he left the apartment in...

You know, the more she repeats that, the more it seems to be getting through to him.

Luke reaches up to run his hand through his hair as he looks up at her. Well. This is awkward.]

So you... uh... you can really only see my underwear, huh...?

[He doesn't seem to be running away or anything. Flustered, yes, but there's no morbid embarrassment on his face.]

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[OH THANK GOD HE BELIEVES HER. At least it doesn't sound like he's humoring her or anything... Wait why is he so calm. PLEASE let this be him taking it in stride, please.]

Y-yeah.

[Her face right now is probably an education on what colors people can turn with the right provocation.]

So, um...

[Are you planning to do anything about this? 8|]

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[Nope.]

S-Sorry... [Nope. He just stands there and runs a hand through his hair, a blush of embarrassment on his own cheeks. Now that he thinks about it, that was some impossibly light material. Still, when he looks down, he sees the clothes... But he's trying to fight the urge to forget about everything even related to underwear.]

There's an experiment going on, and I guess it... finally got to me. So... um, the clothing store's nearby, so we should... go get something else already? [Even though it'll feel weird to put clothes over his clothes.]

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O-oh. [Experiment. Right. That makes more sense, though... still mortifying. Yes. Though she can't figure out how an experiment would even do that - make someone not realize they're not wearing anything... This is... all still a little crazy for her.

When Luke mentions the clothing store, though she nods eagerly. Clothes. YES PLEASE.] Y-yeah. Good idea.

[And she just stands there. Rubbing one arm awkwardly. ... wait were you expecting her to come too?]