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[ She takes the packages with some confusion until Cordelia's words register. ]
The uniforms. I was wondering when you'd have them made, [ she says as she clears off a space on her table to open them with care. ] I have to make sure they fit.
[ She catches the red briefly before her attention is fully turned to holding up each uniform in turn. She lets out a low whistle of appreciation. ]
Older in style than I'm used to, but I like it. Give me a few minutes, [ she says as she takes the uniforms with her to find privacy while she changes. Not that she thinks one of them would mind her doing it right in front of them, but it'd help with the reveal after. ]
[ When she reappears, it's in the more formal version of the uniforms having figured if one of them wasn't going to fit well, it'd be that one. She's smoothing out the uniform jacket as she examines herself. ]
[The formal uniform was always a stiff set, meant to hang well, imposing and austere, rather than be combat suitable. Or even comfortable to wear. Good god, it is a good look on her, none the less.]
Rarely if ever. Should we have any attendance as a House proper, it would be necessary to wear it. Belike, it would only be of use at home.
So that's the real reason you had it made. [ She gives Cordelia a look before addressing them both as she dusts off the front of her jacket. ] You'll have to put in a formal request if you want me in this.
[ She snorts. ] I'm going to go try on the other one, with or without any help in removal.
[ The regular house uniform looked far more practical and she's ready to get that one on instead as she turns heel to briefly depart for changing once more. ]
[ Cordelia watches after Tex until she turns the corner to change, a light smile on her lips. When she turns to Aral, the look changes to one of expectation, her eyes flicking back to where Tex disappeared and then back to Aral. She makes a hand gesture on Tex's general direction and raises her eyebrows as if to say Well? Go after her! ]
[There's a look of enlightenment at Cordelia, that is crossed briefly with a frown, deciding. It really only takes a moment to lay out the new landscape and battle plans, and one after to move.
It helps that he assumes Cordelia wouldn't be long behind. Both in that she'd have if not experience, then one of those lauded classes of hers on the subject... and the fact he was still somewhat convinced Cordelia had better right.
He opens the door, taking two steps in and stopping, back absolutely straight and unabashed at taking in the view. His throat feels thick and he has to quash the urge to clear it. Of a number of lines from the simple to eloquent to trite.. he manages none of them.]
[ Her back is to the door when he enters and she's barely started on undoing her uniform. Cordelia had read the situation right though Tex had gladly left it up to either of them to decide and she's almost surprised to see it's Aral that's followed her in.
It doesn't stop her from flashing him a small smirk from over her shoulder as she turns to face him. ]
[The first gestures are slow, stepping to the side, the warm hand on her side, sliding down her hip to find the first clasp. Each well in sight and easily able to pull away from should she wish.
Instead, he's taking his own time, enjoying how she fills the uniform, the spill of her hair, unregulation, down her back. A juxtaposition of a warrior's body and a civilian's leisure. Cordelia was different, softer around the edges, but sharper in the eyes, like she was seeing into you.
Allison was no less striking in her own ways, though.
With a deft twist, he pulls the first clasp loose, fingers sliding between the folds of fabric to find the next.]
[ The deliberate nature of his movements has her attention. He won't find her moving away, instead keeping her hair out of the way of the clasps so he doesn't have to fight with that too.
It isn't the first time she's reflected on the amount of care she's seen since falling in with the pair and it's something she's been missing. Since when has anyone taken care of her instead? It's... nice.
She doesn't notice Cordelia until Aral is well-into working on the next clasps and flashes the woman a small smile from over the man. ]
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[He hands both packages over to her, looking pleased and just a trace nervous.]
I've owed you these.
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The uniforms. I was wondering when you'd have them made, [ she says as she clears off a space on her table to open them with care. ] I have to make sure they fit.
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It would be good to make sure the tailor had the sizing. My apologies on the delay, none the less.
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Older in style than I'm used to, but I like it. Give me a few minutes, [ she says as she takes the uniforms with her to find privacy while she changes. Not that she thinks one of them would mind her doing it right in front of them, but it'd help with the reveal after. ]
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He finds a chair and settles in it.]
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Am I going to have occasion to need this one?
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Rarely if ever. Should we have any attendance as a House proper, it would be necessary to wear it. Belike, it would only be of use at home.
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[ The regular house uniform looked far more practical and she's ready to get that one on instead as she turns heel to briefly depart for changing once more. ]
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[Was that an invitation or a rebuff???]
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It helps that he assumes Cordelia wouldn't be long behind. Both in that she'd have if not experience, then one of those lauded classes of hers on the subject... and the fact he was still somewhat convinced Cordelia had better right.
He opens the door, taking two steps in and stopping, back absolutely straight and unabashed at taking in the view. His throat feels thick and he has to quash the urge to clear it. Of a number of lines from the simple to eloquent to trite.. he manages none of them.]
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It doesn't stop her from flashing him a small smirk from over her shoulder as she turns to face him. ]
Here to help?
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[A few small steps closed the distance. The uniform gave this game some particular beats to it, an easier script.]
I thought it best to lend a hand.
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I wouldn't mind you showing me.
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Instead, he's taking his own time, enjoying how she fills the uniform, the spill of her hair, unregulation, down her back. A juxtaposition of a warrior's body and a civilian's leisure. Cordelia was different, softer around the edges, but sharper in the eyes, like she was seeing into you.
Allison was no less striking in her own ways, though.
With a deft twist, he pulls the first clasp loose, fingers sliding between the folds of fabric to find the next.]
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It isn't the first time she's reflected on the amount of care she's seen since falling in with the pair and it's something she's been missing. Since when has anyone taken care of her instead? It's... nice.
She doesn't notice Cordelia until Aral is well-into working on the next clasps and flashes the woman a small smile from over the man. ]
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