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herr_bookman) wrote2013-06-02 09:47 pm
herr_bookman) wrote2013-06-02 09:47 pm
OOM: The Clothes Make the Man
After thoroughly embarrassing herself in front of Lohengrin, Autor holds her cloak shut and staggers up the stairs. She grips the banister and tries not to slide back down the steps, gritting her teeth. How those girls do ballet, I have no idea, she thinks, as she grits her teeth against a fresh wave of nausea.
'Moving is difficult' was not a side-effect the boy-turned-girl expected.
Once she manages to stumble to her room, she drops her cloak to the floor. Then she digs into the bundle Bar gave her for the Goldkrone Academy's girl's dress. The boy's uniform she's currently wearing is a little too recognizable--and it's a tiny bit too large, besides.
After setting the dress on the bed, she lifts a lacy contraption between two fingers and holds it out at arm's length. "The hell is this?" she says, marveling at the pitch of her voice.
It only takes her a few seconds, of course, to recognize what it is, and why Bar gave it to her. But that's long enough to shriek and toss it in the corner--which unbalances her just enough to tip over.
This... is quite possibly the worst idea I've ever had.
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Mia does like the sound of it.
"I hope I can remember that."
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"I do, too," Annette says, smiling. "Thank you for all of your help, Mia."
She knows most of my secrets and then some, he thinks, and is surprised to find that he doesn't mind.
"I'll see you in the bar, then," she says, ignoring the prickly bra scratching against his skin. "When I can walk properly."
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"All right Annette," she says, testing the name out.
She gets up and walks to the door only to stop and go, "Oh, did you want me to get those other clothes now?"
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"Yes, please," she says, tugging on her skirt. He hadn't realized just how exposed her legs would be. "I'd very much appreciate that. Thank you again for your help."
Maybe this won't be the worst idea I've ever had, he thinks, as she pulls herself to a stand on shaky legs. I have plenty of time to make dumber ones.