don't tell magilou

[breaksouls]

[It's not often they have downtime, especially on the road. But Laphicet really wanted to eat three big plates of Mabo Curry, and then he really needed to rest because he made himself sick eating so much. Since their little crew would be in Loegres longer than expected, Velvet had dragged Eleanor along to do some chores, and to keep an eye on her in the capital. Of course, those chores weren't exactly... normal chores.

Velvet exits the dressing room, now wearing a simple red dress. It's a mix of feminine and practical style, and something that doesn't... necessarily suit her. But that might just be because she's always wearing that same outfit from the prison. She gives a halfhearted turn before looking to Eleanor.]

Well?

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[exorcismo]

[ she feels like she's just had the wind kicked right out of her-- and if she said as much she's sure Velvet would take the opportunity to make the phrase literal. ]

You look-- [ it's strange, because despite being the one who'd offered to turn Velvet's ensemble into something more.. normal, it's still a little bizarre to see.] Uncomfortable.

[ she finds herself raising her palms, flailing them about as she tries to mitigate whatever offense she might have just caused. ]

But not bad! [ she sighs, resigned. ] The color is nice on you? [ and she's not lying. ]

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[She scowls, though for once the expression isn't necessarily aimed at Eleanor.]

Of course I am. It's impossible to move around in something like this.

[Okay, she's sort of exaggerating, or definitely exaggerating, but even if she wasn't the Lord of Calamity, she wouldn't like wearing dresses.]

This is pointless...

[Velvet turns back to face the dressing room, about to go change into her normal clothes. But she smirks, and although her face is hidden away, her tone makes everything clear.]

Although I guess it's not as pointless as you trying to act mature... Sigh...

[exorcismo]

Excuse me? [ it makes her angry before it stings-- and it only stings because she realizes she cares about what velvet thinks. not because its velvet, but because there is still so much to prove. ]

No-- [ she pauses, wrings the length of cloth in her hands and takes a deep breath. ] not here.

[ there will be plenty of opportunities to be upset at velvet, she's sure. ]

And it is not pointless, it's pragmatic. What you're wearing now.. [ she casts velvet a weary look, tries not to let her eyes linger on anything for too long because well... it was all out there really. ] It's not very discreet and I can't imagine it protects you much from the elements.

[ her hands stop moving, and she eyes the stretch of cloth in her hands. ]

But if what you have on now isn't quite your speed, how about this? [ she hangs it in her hands, and now that its free of her grip its quite clearly a pair of black trousers. ] I don't think these were made for women but its something to consider?

[breaksouls]

Heh.

[Her response is more amusing than she thought it would be. It's almost mature of her, not that she would say that out loud. Still, it's important that Eleanor control herself. For Phi's sake.]

I told you. That sort of stuff doesn't affect me. Or did you forget you were playing dress up with a daemon?

[Velvet's voice is a bit too loud as she speaks and she knows it, but it doesn't seem like anyone heard her. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she inspects the next garment.]

This is fine. I.:. I used to wear a lot of Artorius's hand me downs when I was younger. It was easier that way for Laphi too, since we didn't have to worry about those kinds of expenses.

[Velvet grabs a men's dress shirt as well since she can't exactly wear those slacks with her other outfit. She disappears into the changing room and emerges, looking much more comfortable.]

Still a little stiff... if only you'd let me rip it all apart...