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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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[ ... a thought occurs to her, suddenly. This must be like her birdlike arms ... she goes back and forth between believing they're real and thinking they're just a costume she can't get off. Right now she's in the latter mindset, and it makes her self-aware enough to want to try something.

The wingtip that was pressed over her mouth goes instead to his neck, as if to brush the collar he seems to imagine is there. Either he'll feel feathers brushing over cloth ... or feathers brushing over his skin. She keeps her face more or less neutral as she does this, as it's a tiny gesture, and keeps her focus on his face. ]

Where was it? Just in your things?

[Now, while Luke might feel the faintest sensation of cloth against his skin, he's mostly just felt the air and how cold it's been outside. He always just figured it's because the outfit is very thin, though.

So when Xion brushes her feathers against his neck and collarbones... Well, he can't help blushing and raising his eyebrows a little over how it feels. It's like a feather light touch against his skin, and, well...

H-He'll try to laugh it off, though, by running his free hand through his hair and looking off to the side instead. Not that he MINDS her touching him like that, but... right in the middle of the path? IN PUBLIC? Xion, come on.]

Y-Yeah, it was... just hanging in my closet, like... I-I've had it all this time, or... or something. [Aw yeah, he's cool.]

[ ... oh. Well that didn't work out the way she planned. Again she blinks in surprise, withdrawing her wing-arm slightly. ... he's so cute when he blushes. If she remembered how to smile, she would. But she doesn't. Instead she just lowers her chin and stares at the ground for a moment, t h i n k i n g. Come on, there must be some way to convince him...

Wait. She spreads her wing-arms, looking at them. ... then she looks up at Luke. ] Just like I've had wings for arms all this time?

Edited 2011-09-30 10:50 (UTC)

[Luke just presses his lips together and rubs his neck, where her feathers brushed against him. It didn't... feel bad, far from it. But...

Oh wait, she's asking something. Luke glances at her, and takes in what she said...]

What're you talking about, you haven't...

... Please don't tell me what I'm really wearing. [Though judging by the blush on his face, he's pretty sure he knows what he is wearing.]

... they're black, you know. [ Blushing, flustered, and staring straight up at the sky. ]

I-I just said not to - !

[It's strange. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't mind so much. But Xion? It's... somehow different, with her. That she can see so much of him.

At least he doesn't run. Instead, he runs a hand through his hair and looks down at the ground.] I mean... um... do you, uh... want to help find some clothes for me? I-I keep thinking I'm wearing something else...

[ ... and there is quite a lot of him to see. If she were looking. Which she isn't.

At least, until he says that. She risks a look back down, again keeping her eyes firmly on his face. ]

... okay. You think they'll stay on? [ She'll turn towards the clothes shop, and gesture for him to follow. ]

They'd better. [Not that Luke would know any better, in this state. He follows after her, and he still keeps his back straight and his movements casual. Really, it seems like lack of clothes doesn't really bother him that much. Or maybe it's because he still sees that noble outfit on him.]

[ She glances back at him as they walk, wishing she could hold his hand. But she has no hands for holding, alas. ] We'll figure something out, don't worry. Maybe you'll just have to walk around with a blanket draped around your shoulders.

[Luke will do the next best thing though, by giving her a glance, then speeding up a bit so that his fingers can brush against her wings with every pass of his hand. He gives her a gentle, humored smile, too, even though he knows he might not get one in return.]

I'll probably look like I got robbed or something.

[ He doesn't. But her expression does soften. It's very nearly warm. ... and then it cools, and she looks away. She really doesn't remember how to be happy. But she does brush her wing-arm against his hand. ]

What sort of thief would take someone's clothes?

Maybe my clothes are just too good for them.

[He says with an air of knowing. Luke does have nice clothes, ones that he's spent quite some time in the clothing shops trying to find. He totally wouldn't be surprised if someone wanted to take them.

And... it's okay, right now, that she doesn't smile. That doesn't mean she won't get any from him... even though he does miss seeing it on her face.]

... maybe they just wanted to make you look silly. [ Almost smiles. Almost. She does nudge him. ]

[And he does smile - grins, even. She's teasing, at least... and he nudges her back.]

I don't think I look very silly. Their evil plans can't stop me. [In fact, Luke is pretty damn confident in how he looks. Sure, he's... a little silly, but not really. Having people help him with bathing and whatnot, he's used to people seeing him like this. Natalia is, too.

Maybe it's a royalty thing.]

Edited 2011-10-01 00:53 (UTC)

[ ... she loops her arm through his. Even if she can't hold his hand, she can do this. And she loves him so much, even if she's having a hard time showing it right now. Gently. ]

You show them, Luke.

They won't ever steal my clothes again!

[Now that they're inside the clothing shop... Luke realizes that he's still holding the bags. He stops, and with a light blush of embarrassment, he holds up the bag with the lopsided heart. Even though he tried with it, it's still imperfect... He's not that good of an artist.]

O-Oh yeah, I... I got something for you earlier. [...] Maybe I should wait until this is all over, though...

[ ... her eyebrows draw up. She folds her arm-wings in front of her body. ] ... I'd take it, but ... [ She shrugs a little, helplessly. ] ... what is it? Or ... maybe you should save it. Until I can hold it ... whatever it is.

[ Again, she's very nearly smiling. She does, at least, lean up on her tip toes and kiss him on the cheek. ]

[There's a slight pause... Then he lets out a sigh of relief and smiles, lowering the bag back down to his side.] I'm not letting you see what it is until this is over.

[He teases, really. The kiss to the cheek makes his smile grow, and he returns the affection with a vigorous hair ruffle before he dodges whatever may come from it by quickly walking down a clothing aisle.]

Okay, let's see what's here! [Preferably something loose. It's going to be weird putting clothes on over... his clothes...]

H-Hey! [ Hair ruffle... and she can't fix it ... dkjghsldkfjhshb

Running her wing-arms over her head, she trots after him. ] That was teasing, you know.

[ She has some vague idea of what he likes ... she looks for something black, and loose-fitting, like he might normally wear. Not that she could actually pick anything up if she wanted to... ]

[It takes a few minutes for Luke to find something he even remotely likes that might fit what he needs. But as soon as he lays a hand on it -

He blinks and shakes his head, then pulls back, a light frown on his face.]

... Why did I come here again? I've got clothes on...

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