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[psalmed]

This new place you would send me is not Versailles. I told you that I must return there with utmost urgency; the future of our beloved country is dependent upon my actions. It must be France that is my next destination, you must understand. I can not go to this new city.

No, not even for dress up. Are you not aware of what is at stake?

...no. I can not go even for him. I humbly request you stop asking.

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[psalmed]

Thus why the blade is not out.

[She'll just stare at him then. And smile serenely.]

What if your lover wanted you in a dress?

[majorcrotchgrab]

... I'd do it for him. But only him.

[psalmed]

So why should I not provide the dress? And your hair. We will have to do something about that as well.

[majorcrotchgrab]

My hair is fine.

[psalmed]

Your hair is short. Perhaps a ribbon or two. Maybe a feather.

[Her fingers run through his hair, judging the texture, trying to decide what can be done with it.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

My hair is long considering military standards.

[He smacks her hand away]

[psalmed]

My brother is in the military and his hair is long than mine.

[18th century standards. She actually giggles at him smacking her hand away, reaching into her own hair to draw out a pin and using it to scoop some hair away from his eyes and pin it back.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

You're French though. I don't know how the French military works. But the Soviet requires buzzcuts.

[Raikov huffs and pulls the pin out, shoving it back at her]

[psalmed]

...So-vi-et?

[No idea what that is. She takes the pin and sighs, pouting just a tiny bit.]

But you would look so sweet with curls.

[majorcrotchgrab]

USSR. Russia. The Motherland.

[That gets a shudder out of him]

No. I'll wear a dress but I am not changing my hair.

[psalmed]

Russia! I know it well. I have never heard it called that, however, even in my time in the Court of the Empress.

[Yay century long time gaps! She frowns at him and crosses her arms. But at least she got a yes to the dress.]

What size are you? We will have to get you proper undergarments.

GO TO BED.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I'm from 1960s. That may be why.

[He wrinkles his nose]

My thong will work fine for an undergarment.

AFTER THIS I SWEAR

[psalmed]

1960s? It is not even 1760...

[Horror! Shock! Not as much as you'd expect, though. But the mention of a thong has her making a face of distaste.]

Not in my gowns, it will not. You do not look overly large. Less so with a corset on.

YOU BETTER.

[majorcrotchgrab]

... You're the first person I've met from that time period. The earliest I met was 1920s.

[HUFFFF]

I'm not wearing female undergarments or a corset!

[psalmed]

Oh dear. It seems I might be a novelty in this new place.

You would enjoy wearing them! Do you not want a tiny waist?

[majorcrotchgrab]

I do not have a tiny waist. Although I'm curvy for a man.

[psalmed]

But you could in a corset.

[Oh she knows. He could be so pretty under that uniform.]

1/2

[majorcrotchgrab]

[He is]

[majorcrotchgrab]

No.

[psalmed]

I believe the gentlemen doth protest too much.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I believe the woman needs to take no for an answer. You're worse than Yevgeny!

[psalmed]

Lia. My name is Lia.

[Serene smile. Never gonna give you up, baby.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

I'd say a pleasure to meet you, Lia, but it hasn't been.