[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.
[He laughs as well, though his trademark "fufufu" is on the quieter side. But perhaps all the more smug for it. And, as if to up the stakes, he leans down a little - lower than necessary for simply looking at her, not low enough to make it obviously suggestive.]
I fear I am yet unfamiliar with many of the mortal ways. What context do you call it when you are in close, and closed, quarters with a naked man?
[Oh, she's capable of being good and actually accomplishing the purpose they set out here for. But she doesn't want to, not when his smile is so smug and kissable...
Irhya reaches a hand tentatively to brush a thumb over his cheek, unable to contain the grin on her own face.]
Well, this isn't entirely fair, though. Perhaps I should've gone and picked something out too...
[She stops to feign consideration. Very, very carefully.]
Hm...
[...And then picks her head up and goes for it, putting her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to kiss him, murmuring her denial just before they make contact.]
Nah.
[As fun as that is, she can do it on her own time. Having a piece of his time is more fun right now.
Gods, the people working there are gonna hate them. Oh well.]
[ Hythlodaeus chuckles briefly in amusement at the joke, winding an arm around Irhya's waist - in part to support her, what with the height difference. The other hand he rests on the back of her head, stroking through her hair playfully as he kisses back with a soft, satisfied hum. Well, at least the fitting room curtain saves the employees having to directly witness them making out, right? So it's legal. ]
[Not that a lack of privacy would stop her. Irhya spends a good, long time with his mouth until the need to breathe nags at her enough to back off, but even then, she's grinning like a minx. There is going to be trouble, and she's just glad he welcomes it.]
Well, since you're already in the correct state for it... I suppose it would be a shame not to take advantage, right?
[As for what "it" is, that becomes clear when her hands start gliding down his sides towards his loose pants, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his smalls. She gazes sweetly up at him, eyes rounded and sparkling, vying for permission.]
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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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I fear I am yet unfamiliar with many of the mortal ways. What context do you call it when you are in close, and closed, quarters with a naked man?
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[Oh, she's capable of being good and actually accomplishing the purpose they set out here for. But she doesn't want to, not when his smile is so smug and kissable...
Irhya reaches a hand tentatively to brush a thumb over his cheek, unable to contain the grin on her own face.]
Well, this isn't entirely fair, though. Perhaps I should've gone and picked something out too...
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Just ask EmetHe tips his head into the touch slightly, giving her another smirk.]
You could go get something now, mayhap... but you'd have to leave me all alone. And who knows what I'll get up to while you're gone?
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Hm...
[...And then picks her head up and goes for it, putting her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to kiss him, murmuring her denial just before they make contact.]
Nah.
[As fun as that is, she can do it on her own time. Having a piece of his time is more fun right now.
Gods, the people working there are gonna hate them. Oh well.]
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Well, since you're already in the correct state for it... I suppose it would be a shame not to take advantage, right?
[As for what "it" is, that becomes clear when her hands start gliding down his sides towards his loose pants, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his smalls. She gazes sweetly up at him, eyes rounded and sparkling, vying for permission.]