[ ah, but not saying anything makes her feel fidgety, and she laughs, bright and a little bit ecstatic. then she's stepping in so she can throw her arms around his shoulders in the kind of hug that's just shy of crushingly tight, her face pressed against his shoulder like that hides the fact that she's smiling so much. it's easier to not let the moment weigh too heavily on her when she's looking behind him, it gives her a second to squash her excitement down to a normal level that isn't completely embarrassing. she can freak out in her room later on, in private. right. be cool. ]
I'm gonna try it on now.
[ whatever, that's cool, right? she pulls away and sort of vaguely gestures for him to turn around or something, but ( again, not so cool ) she's not actually wearing anything right now anyway, so stripping down isn't all that weird. the flight suit is just a shift, and in flutter she's in just her normal form, and a few seconds later she's pulling the dress up over her head, shimmying into it ( damn it's short, isn't it? for a second she's having that typical girly reaction of "does this fit right/am I too curvy/where's the mirror?", but instead of dwelling on it she steps back from the bed and holds her arms out a bit, turning in place until eventually she's looking at him again ]
How do I look, captain? Fit to serve and protect?
[ she's so nervous. why is she so nervous? she takes a deep breath, grins, and tries not to vocalize the running stream of 'I'll try my best to live up to your expectations' that's running through her head ]
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I'm gonna try it on now.
[ whatever, that's cool, right? she pulls away and sort of vaguely gestures for him to turn around or something, but ( again, not so cool ) she's not actually wearing anything right now anyway, so stripping down isn't all that weird. the flight suit is just a shift, and in flutter she's in just her normal form, and a few seconds later she's pulling the dress up over her head, shimmying into it ( damn it's short, isn't it? for a second she's having that typical girly reaction of "does this fit right/am I too curvy/where's the mirror?", but instead of dwelling on it she steps back from the bed and holds her arms out a bit, turning in place until eventually she's looking at him again ]
How do I look, captain? Fit to serve and protect?
[ she's so nervous. why is she so nervous? she takes a deep breath, grins, and tries not to vocalize the running stream of 'I'll try my best to live up to your expectations' that's running through her head ]