re: shenans @ damned

[faeth]

I just don't understand why you couldn't have stuck to jumping jacks as an exercise routine, Mun. It's a legitimate form of aerobic exercise! You'd burn fat quickly, and you'd exercise your legs as well as your glutes, and it'd be much less taxing on, say, your shoulder as long as you didn't move the corresponding arm too much... Not to mention, it would be so much easier to synchronize, and you'd be able to train your timing with your other teammates. Like for dancing. How else are we supposed to train for Broadway?

A-anyway, I don't think it's too much to ask for something besides reaching for my toes, is it? It's a little difficult on my back, and I can't even touch them half the time because my che--











[ wait,

1) boobs

2) jumping

oh. ]

Oh.

Comments

[repelling]

Whatever material you like, Inoue-san. We'll go all out for this. The works.

[faeth]

[ okay, Kurosaki-kun is yelling, but it doesn't beat the thrill of playing dress up. ]

I'm thinking linen or wool! It may not be too glamorous, but that'll fix right up once we settle on a color palette.

[blackmoonrising]

No.

No no no no no!

[faeth]

They're really comfy, if you're worried about that. Good support, too. You can go running for miles in them. Anywhere, except maybe the desert -- that can't be good for the chafing.

[blackmoonrising]

Inoue. I am not wearing tights. Ever. This isn't open for discussion.

[repelling]

It will be plenty glamorous as a part of the finished costume. Perhaps linen?

[faeth]

And gold threading following the curve of the puffs on his sleeves. Purple for royalty, maybe? He'd be so majestic.

[ so much for ditching that prince fantasy after all ]

[repelling]

Purple wouldn't clash too terribly with his hair. The gold must have the proper sheen, of course, to catch the light just so.

The embroidery on his doublet must be exceedingly intricate.

[blackmoonrising]

You stay away from my doublet.

[repelling]

[ wow the one thing he is earnestly excited about and not filled with impenetrable pride over

is his sewing

kurosaki

... ]

[blackmoonrising]

[Oh god.]

[It's like a kicked puppy.]

[A kicked, anemic, milksop puppy with spectacles.]

[Oh god how pathetic.]

[repelling]

That's fine. It would have been some of my finest work, I truly would have stitched into the night, but now I needn't go through the trouble. Certainly, it is your loss.

[ can't you hear the tiny violin

as he puts away the compact sewing kit that somehow unfolds to like six hundred times its size ]