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[Makes a face at him.] You are such a prude.

Only in your mind. [ Wings puff slightly as he crosses his arms. ] Try the rest on.

'Kay, fine... [Huffs a little and wanders back into the fitting room. Takes a bit longer this time, devious. Wanders out in a cute sort of bluegrey turtleneck sweaterdress that falls to just above her knees and thick charcoal leggings; still boots. Probably black. ...Very girlish, but also very conservative in that all you can see skin-wise is her face and her hands. Seems a little uncertainly approving of this. Raises her eyebrows wordlessly at him.

[ It takes several moments for him to process the strange dress-thing, then a few more to digest the fact that it's on Luke. Who is female. And after he finishes putting all the little pieces together in his jigsaw brain, the ensemble receives what has to be glowing praise for Asch. ] ...very lovely.

[Rocks forward onto her toes and then back onto her heels, beaming. Yay, approval. Darts forward then and grabs his wrist.] C'mere, I wanna show you something.

All right. [ Hurray. One outfit down, Yulia knows how many more to go. If he's lucky, he might be able to convince her to just pick a few variations of this dress and be done with it. Not likely knowing the replica. He pauses to drape his shirts and pants on a chair, then gets tugged along. ]

[Brb dragging you into the stall with us and promptly pressing ourselves against the door so you can't hop back out. Kind of gnaws on her lip.] ...Okay. Promise me something.

[ That right there makes his brows furrow, turning into a full glare at finding himself pinned inside the tiny excuse for a room. After your last freak out, you can hardly blame him for not wanting to be cornered. Several feathers fall when his wings flap and smack into the wall. ] .....

... [Relaxes slightly and pushes away from the door, setting her hands on his collarbone and kissing the corner of his mouth.] Don't think less of me for this.

What are you trying now that you feel the need to say that? [ Watches her warily every step of the way. He feels like a damn fool for being nervous of a puny girl. ]

There's nobody here, and I know for a fact you're not gay. [As if this explains everything. Toeing off her boots sort of idly, fiddling with his hair.]

[ It explains how replicas are able to induce mind-numbing headaches in only one sentence, but that's about it. Gives her an incredulous look. ] ...excuse me?

[Doesn't quite shove him, but uses the mound of clothing at about knee-level for him to her advantage and hopefully pushes him to sit on the bench seat in the stall.] I'm talking about sex, you dimwit. Guys aren't your preference and I know that, so here's a great chance for me to make up all the other times.

Make up for-- [ And down he goes, mainly because he's one-hundred percent bewildered. A touch of nervousness doesn't help any. His eyes goes from her, to the clothes, to the door, then back to her. ] --make up for what?!

[Just kind of SULKS at him. Why are you not getting this. Puts a knee rather pointedly between his and leans forward, wrapping her arms around him in a sort of protective hug.] For everything I've done wrong, okay? It can't have been what you wanted.

That... [ He gets it and yet at the same time he doesn't. Or perhaps part of his mind doesn't want to acknowledge it. Gradually leans back until his head hits the wall with an echoing THUMP. ] You can't blame yourself for what transpired. Not singlehandedly.

Yeah well I started it, so that's more than singlehanded. [Climbs onto the bench so she's straddling him. ...You might notice now that those "leggings" are actually just tall socks held up by garters. Don't ask her how she knew how to fasten those. ...Leans away a little and paws at his face before pressing her lips to his.]

You're being an idiot again. [ Not that she ever really stopped, per say. And hey, she's been all over the United States. She had to have picked up some useful skills here and there. Without realizing it, he tilts his head into the touch and gapes at the distinctly provocative undergarment peeking out from beneath the dress. Though that leaves his mouth open for plundering. He shouldn't have jerked in surprise, really. ] Mmph..!

[Pulls away slightly and frowns. Was that just a start or a Do Not Want? ...looks like it was just a start. Wiggles a little and presses her lips to his neck instead.]

[ Somewhere in between, if that's possible. Sort of a 'starting Do Not' something or other. The squirming about catches his breath short of making another vocalization, and he gives her weak glare from the one eye not pressed against the wall. One hand finds its way up to her waist where it pauses. ]

[Runs her teeth gently over his throat, rolling her eyes upward to watch his reaction.]

[ Her eyes won't be necessary to gauge the response; his entire body tenses until the teeth cease moving and a shudder works its way through him from head to toe. If that wasn't enough, his grip tightens. ]

[Closes her eyes, then, and just kind of traces designs over his skin with her teeth and her tongue and her lips and hi, that cape you've borrowed from us? Is being removed now.]

[ Don't go getting the wrong idea now, but that hand is snaking around your waist and hugging you closer. Only for the warmth. Because it must be freezing in here, as he shivers and shudders, letting out an annoyed noise when the cape is taken. ]

[Is fine to have her body heat leeched. Boobs are like squishy heaters anyway. Wiggles around some more, shifting bit by bit out of his grasp enough to stand, still bent over him and kissing at various areas on his neck and face. ...Pauses in favor of frowning at the fucking garters. Okay so she got them ON now how does she get them OFF. Fiddles.]