That so? Guess we better get you something new, then! Much as I would love to make some for you, it takes a while, so I'm just as happy going to shop for them.
Meet me... hmm, at my place, I guess. We'll take a walk and see what we can find.
Not at all! I don't even know much of what it entails, so I can't very well get on your case for not doing it.
[Irhya pats him on the back and then locks an arm into his as she starts walking.]
I'd like to think I'm a better person to owe than any fae, anyway. I've been told I'm too willing to let things go, but I don't think of it that way at all.
Oh, how adventurous are you feeling with this, by the way? Did you want to try all sorts of things, or err a little closer to Hades's style? He's quite good at dressing himself... most of the time.
[Truth be told, there's only one thing she can think of along that vein. He looks good in most of what he wears... frustratingly so.]
Sometimes he wears these... rubber slipper things with holes in them around the house. They're really comfortable, sure, but they're also ugly as hell. I think in this one case, he's too lazy to bother keeping up appearances when out of the public eye. Which I suppose isn't really a sin, but they're so unsightly...
Oh, I can imagine. It helps that he looks good in damn near anything, though. One of those little mortal things he never quite grew disgusted with, perhaps.
[She acutely remembers him sobbing over Felih all of a sudden, though, and tries to shake it off. With such a broken man, it's hard to avoid the marid in the room...]
What about you? You seem like you've taken it in stride. I'm sure it must feel a little awkward, but individuality has its upsides, too.
[He does notice the moment of awkwardness, but decides not to pursue it yet.]
Oh, I've always been rather more flexible than Hades... In more ways than one. Though I admit, it was rather jarring to see so much difference in so short a time, but I've got used to it.
[She raises a brow. The meaning of that is definitely not lost on her.]
I think I can believe that. To be honest, I've kind of wanted to see how you'd pull off other clothes ever since I saw your actual appearance... The shade of you down in Amaurot was rather lacking in features, you see.
[Irhya makes a turn and then opens the door to a storefront with a gust of warmer air, allowing him to pass through first with a grin.]
[Irhya considers that for a moment, feeling a little chill when she realizes the possibility that the answer was that he just couldn't remember them.
She doesn't tell him that, though, choosing instead to recall the details from the ancient city she has never seen in person.]
For being under the ocean, it was very bright. Lots of tall spires, such that I could barely believe it was only a small segment of the full city. From a distance, it was truly breathtaking to behold for the first time...
[Coming out of her reverie, she looks around the store, gesturing for him to follow her to the men's section. This time of year, the dress is more practical than it might be during warmer seasons, if a little bulkier. But there are some simple dress shirts and winter sweaters (and they're out of season of those hideous Starlight sweaters, thank the gods).]
So, what do you think? Do you prefer casual or classy? Or I'm sure we can find a compromise somewhere if you want a little of both.
[He smiles at the description of the city - a smile tinged with nostalgia in addition to his usual cheer.]
'Tis a beautiful place indeed. It must have been both a comfort and a painful memory for him.
[Hythlodaeus sighs, returning to reality again - and fortunately, there's plenty of distraction in the form of the clothes. He reaches out to thumb through the racks.]
Hmm... Something in the style Hades prefers might be nice. But I would like to hear what you would advise.
Hades is quite traditional in his dress, as is his personality, but it looks good on him. I think it would suit you as well, albeit for different reasons... if that makes any sense.
[After careful consideration, she starts by plucking out a simple black button-down with a high collar, then making a glance at the pants rack nearby. Before she goes to it, however, she pulls a measuring tape out of her pocket.]
I just need to double check your waist size! I think lighter colors would suit you better, but black is a good staple that looks good on just about everyone, so we'll start there.
[He watches with interest - there is much to learn about Fashion(TM). The measuring tape gets a brief moment of confusion from him, but then Hythlodaeus nods, raising his arms a little to make it easier for her to measure him.]
Oh, certainly. Is there aught in particular I need to do for that? Or merely hold still?
Just hold still for a moment. Don't suck your stomach in, either.
[Coming in close, she leads the tape around his waist and tugs it; the corners of her lips twitch, suggesting that part might have just been a tease. Once she tightens it and gets a number she's satisfied with, though, she drops it and starts rolling it back up.]
...Okay. In that case...
[Sliding a few pairs of khaki pants past, she finally comes up with a matching size from the rack and pairs the shirt and pants together. She then gestures to the row of stalls hidden behind a wall, shuffling over with a nod.]
These should do for starters, though if you feel like something's too tight or too baggy, let me know. I can double check once you come out, too.
[He gives a played-up huff at the comment about his stomach - a way to let Irhya know he understood the joke, but is also likely planning to be overdramatic about it later as payback. But he takes the clothes she picked out readily, looking them over curiously, then heading to the changing rooms.]
Hmm... I can likely understand when something is too tight, but it would be up to you to determine if something is baggy. Our robes are quite roomy, after all.
[He slides the curtain of the dressing stall aside, peeks inside and then turns to look at Irhya again.]
Oh? [She tilts her head.] I had thought perhaps you'd appreciate the privacy, but if you're looking for company...
[Well, then who is she not to accept the invitation? Picking up the hint, she walks over to the stall, waits for him to enter with her, and then twirls to shut the curtain and face him in the same motion.]
Well, things can always be taken in if that's the case. Myself, I have to alter a lot of the skirts and pants I get here because they're always just a little too long for me. The downsides of having all your clothing mass-produced, I think.
[A pause, and then she smirks.]
Okay, wait-- shirt first. You don't need help with that, surely?
I'll admit, mass-producing items from existing materials does sound inconvenient to our people. So much easier to create things out of aether, already tailored to one's physique or requirements... Though to be fair, 'tis not as though I am all that skilled at shaping aether. Then again, not that I have much need of it, not with Hades around.
[Grins shamelessly, extremely proud of mooching off his friend. And he gives Irhya a sly look as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, because--]
Oh, I do not. But I imagine you would need the assistance of a stepladder if you tried to help me.
[Yes, he's going to be a little shit and once again enjoy his height superiority over everyone.]
[She crosses her arms, staring up at him. Even though she'd been about to remark that they must do a lot for each other, that comment sours her tongue, though she's far from angry.]
You better behave yourself or I'll have to help you with the half I can definitely reach. No stepladders necessary.
[Her posture loosens after a moment, though; it's hard to hold a threat against him for long.]
I imagine making things from actual materials is a rare skill, then. At the very least, you and I are in the same boat when it comes to that; I've had trouble directing aether in the past without the aid of a focus of some sort, like a cane. I used to be a healer, but it proved more troublesome than it was worth for me.
Oh, would you be so kind? It's been a little while since I've had someone else undress me.
[For better or for worse, he does have a "jokey" reply to the threat. Though he understands the implications of what kind of "help" Irhya means, after being around Hades so much he automatically ups the shameless stakes. At the same time, he'll start unbuttoning his shirt.]
Oh? I suppose that would explain why you have knowledge of healing. I'd assumed it was merely part of adventuring - always a good idea, according to Azem. But I must say I'm heartened to hear I'm not the only one who is not an endless fount of aether.
[She gives him an evaluating look before undoing his belt in the most emphatic performance she can pull off. If he keeps going like that, it'll be a wonder if they don't kick them out of the store.]
Well, it's not incorrect advice. But I had originally intended to dedicate myself to it. I just... ended up liking swordplay better.
[Then, a smirk. She times it to just when she manages to pull down the zipper.]
Anyway, I have my doubts you haven't been undressed by someone else lately. You live with Hades, I should point out.
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MY LOVE...
Meet me... hmm, at my place, I guess. We'll take a walk and see what we can find.
I THOUGH I POSTED THIS WEEPS
Give me some time. I shall be there soon!
[And, much as promised, he'll make his way to Irhya's lodgings. Knock knock?]
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[Well, that's a new one. She seems pretty chipper today, holding a small bag over her shoulder atop a thick coat.]
I'll spot you if you don't have enough money, okay? Clothing can get pricey when it's not just one singular piece.
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Oh my. I hope that name does not mean that you too will scold me for not living up to the title?
[He gives her a small bow at the offer though.]
Ah, my thanks. I'm certain Hades would prefer if I were indebted to you rather than a fae again.
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[Irhya pats him on the back and then locks an arm into his as she starts walking.]
I'd like to think I'm a better person to owe than any fae, anyway. I've been told I'm too willing to let things go, but I don't think of it that way at all.
Oh, how adventurous are you feeling with this, by the way? Did you want to try all sorts of things, or err a little closer to Hades's style? He's quite good at dressing himself... most of the time.
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Also oh-hoh, he smells blood in the water.]
Most of the time? If he's committed any faux pas, I am all ears.
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[Truth be told, there's only one thing she can think of along that vein. He looks good in most of what he wears... frustratingly so.]
Sometimes he wears these... rubber slipper things with holes in them around the house. They're really comfortable, sure, but they're also ugly as hell. I think in this one case, he's too lazy to bother keeping up appearances when out of the public eye. Which I suppose isn't really a sin, but they're so unsightly...
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Ah, what I wouldn't give to see that, especially back in our days at the Bureau. He was always so... uptight.
But I do wonder how long it must have taken him to get adjusted to the mortal ways of dressing. Such things were not common in our days.
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[She acutely remembers him sobbing over Felih all of a sudden, though, and tries to shake it off. With such a broken man, it's hard to avoid the marid in the room...]
What about you? You seem like you've taken it in stride. I'm sure it must feel a little awkward, but individuality has its upsides, too.
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Oh, I've always been rather more flexible than Hades... In more ways than one. Though I admit, it was rather jarring to see so much difference in so short a time, but I've got used to it.
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[She raises a brow. The meaning of that is definitely not lost on her.]
I think I can believe that. To be honest, I've kind of wanted to see how you'd pull off other clothes ever since I saw your actual appearance... The shade of you down in Amaurot was rather lacking in features, you see.
[Irhya makes a turn and then opens the door to a storefront with a gust of warmer air, allowing him to pass through first with a grin.]
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Oh, that is a shame. I would have expected our dear Emet-Selch to recreate me in detail. But I do wonder... what was that Amaurot like?
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She doesn't tell him that, though, choosing instead to recall the details from the ancient city she has never seen in person.]
For being under the ocean, it was very bright. Lots of tall spires, such that I could barely believe it was only a small segment of the full city. From a distance, it was truly breathtaking to behold for the first time...
[Coming out of her reverie, she looks around the store, gesturing for him to follow her to the men's section. This time of year, the dress is more practical than it might be during warmer seasons, if a little bulkier. But there are some simple dress shirts and winter sweaters (and they're out of season of those hideous Starlight sweaters, thank the gods).]
So, what do you think? Do you prefer casual or classy? Or I'm sure we can find a compromise somewhere if you want a little of both.
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'Tis a beautiful place indeed. It must have been both a comfort and a painful memory for him.
[Hythlodaeus sighs, returning to reality again - and fortunately, there's plenty of distraction in the form of the clothes. He reaches out to thumb through the racks.]
Hmm... Something in the style Hades prefers might be nice. But I would like to hear what you would advise.
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[After careful consideration, she starts by plucking out a simple black button-down with a high collar, then making a glance at the pants rack nearby. Before she goes to it, however, she pulls a measuring tape out of her pocket.]
I just need to double check your waist size! I think lighter colors would suit you better, but black is a good staple that looks good on just about everyone, so we'll start there.
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Oh, certainly. Is there aught in particular I need to do for that? Or merely hold still?
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[Coming in close, she leads the tape around his waist and tugs it; the corners of her lips twitch, suggesting that part might have just been a tease. Once she tightens it and gets a number she's satisfied with, though, she drops it and starts rolling it back up.]
...Okay. In that case...
[Sliding a few pairs of khaki pants past, she finally comes up with a matching size from the rack and pairs the shirt and pants together. She then gestures to the row of stalls hidden behind a wall, shuffling over with a nod.]
These should do for starters, though if you feel like something's too tight or too baggy, let me know. I can double check once you come out, too.
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Hmm... I can likely understand when something is too tight, but it would be up to you to determine if something is baggy. Our robes are quite roomy, after all.
[He slides the curtain of the dressing stall aside, peeks inside and then turns to look at Irhya again.]
You're not going to join me?
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[Well, then who is she not to accept the invitation? Picking up the hint, she walks over to the stall, waits for him to enter with her, and then twirls to shut the curtain and face him in the same motion.]
Well, things can always be taken in if that's the case. Myself, I have to alter a lot of the skirts and pants I get here because they're always just a little too long for me. The downsides of having all your clothing mass-produced, I think.
[A pause, and then she smirks.]
Okay, wait-- shirt first. You don't need help with that, surely?
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[Grins shamelessly, extremely proud of mooching off his friend. And he gives Irhya a sly look as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, because--]
Oh, I do not. But I imagine you would need the assistance of a stepladder if you tried to help me.
[Yes, he's going to be a little shit and once again enjoy his height superiority over everyone.]
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[She crosses her arms, staring up at him. Even though she'd been about to remark that they must do a lot for each other, that comment sours her tongue, though she's far from angry.]
You better behave yourself or I'll have to help you with the half I can definitely reach. No stepladders necessary.
[Her posture loosens after a moment, though; it's hard to hold a threat against him for long.]
I imagine making things from actual materials is a rare skill, then. At the very least, you and I are in the same boat when it comes to that; I've had trouble directing aether in the past without the aid of a focus of some sort, like a cane. I used to be a healer, but it proved more troublesome than it was worth for me.
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[For better or for worse, he does have a "jokey" reply to the threat. Though he understands the implications of what kind of "help" Irhya means, after being around Hades so much he automatically ups the shameless stakes. At the same time, he'll start unbuttoning his shirt.]
Oh? I suppose that would explain why you have knowledge of healing. I'd assumed it was merely part of adventuring - always a good idea, according to Azem. But I must say I'm heartened to hear I'm not the only one who is not an endless fount of aether.
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Well, it's not incorrect advice. But I had originally intended to dedicate myself to it. I just... ended up liking swordplay better.
[Then, a smirk. She times it to just when she manages to pull down the zipper.]
Anyway, I have my doubts you haven't been undressed by someone else lately. You live with Hades, I should point out.
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I do. But it does not mean I allow him to undress me.
[The implications as to who wears the pants in that relationship are probably obvious enough. Even if Hyth is about to stop wearing pants.]
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I sort of thought as much, but good to know anyway. I suppose I should be honored, then.
[Pulling herself together, she drops his pants once they come loose and then stands on tiptoe to get as close as she can, smiling sweetly.]
Though... perhaps this is a different context?
[With an added note of, "is it really that different?" tinging her tone at the end.]
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