[STOP NOT THE H*NTAI SHIRTS!!!! Lavi will obediently head over and look at a wall of different accessories because he wears so many for what reason.... fashion???? he's rifling through a display of scarves as he waits,]
[ go stand with your brethren, the h*ntai shirts. she'll find a place where she can hide herself for changing. there's not much space, but she can manage, shuffling out of her clothing and slinking into the strapless dress. it's not a bad fit at least, though.
man. she wishes very quietly that she could actually fill this out properly. this dress does reveal that she is truly flat as a board, though in trying to get the corset on, there's some passable curve to her waist with it. she holds the laces carefully, they just need to be tied
calling out: ]
Alright - big part's over. Come help me tie this and you can tell me what you think.
[ could she do this herself? absolutely. will she? no. ]
[Lavi strides forward, maybe a little too confidently for someone from his time period, but he doesn't have Allen's gentlemanly manners or Kanda's brusque rudeness, just his casual ease that apparently works much better with the people here. And it works now too, his gaze sweeping Marina's from from head to toe -- and for a moment it looks like he's simply committing her to memory, watching her without any opinion or judgement --
then his lips quirk into a smile as he reaches for the laces in her hand, maneuvering so he's behind her. she can't see his face, but the appreciation is visible in his tone.]
You look nice already.
[even like this? especially like this, but he starts deftly tugging and tying the laces together, firm but not too tight,]
[ she closes her eyes, giving a short laugh and a quiet "thanks." it seems a little uncertain - this isn't the sort of thing she does, or even messes with. it's not exactly something the vatican city itself would encourage, and her school had a uniform, sure, but this is a whole other ball game.
touching the corset itself carefully, she hums. ]
I think that's good, yeah. Thank you~
[ it is, actually, and he's right in that it keeps the dress up quite well. the bodice isn't revealing enough that she's concerned, though she touches her sternum briefly in contemplation before she turns around to show him. across the right side of her sternum and shoulder, a jagged looking symbol scarred into her skin. it looks like it's been on the mend for two weeks and some change, and is pink at this point, closed up. ]
[Lavi readies himself to admire Marina -- which he does, because she's pretty and intelligent and fun to talk to and more importantly, doesn't mind playing along -- and she is a very nice sight like this.
Then his eye darts to the symbol on her shoulder, and he straightens, levity disappearing for concern instead,]
...Your shoulder.
[he takes it in, brow furrowing at the implications he thinks he can see]
Rude to point out a girl's terrible scars, you know!
[ she knew this would happen, but she was hoping maybe for no words. still. it's here and it is on display. she touches it briefly with her fingertips, eyes glancing downwards to trace it with her sight. ]
No. Not as much as when I first got here. It's alright, promise. Part of the art of engraving, really...
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Yes'm.
[STOP NOT THE H*NTAI SHIRTS!!!! Lavi will obediently head over and look at a wall of different accessories because he wears so many for what reason.... fashion???? he's rifling through a display of scarves as he waits,]
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man. she wishes very quietly that she could actually fill this out properly.this dress does reveal that she is truly flat as a board, though in trying to get the corset on, there's some passable curve to her waist with it. she holds the laces carefully, they just need to be tiedcalling out: ]
Alright - big part's over. Come help me tie this and you can tell me what you think.
[ could she do this herself? absolutely. will she? no. ]
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then his lips quirk into a smile as he reaches for the laces in her hand, maneuvering so he's behind her. she can't see his face, but the appreciation is visible in his tone.]
You look nice already.
[even like this? especially like this, but he starts deftly tugging and tying the laces together, firm but not too tight,]
There. How's that feel?
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touching the corset itself carefully, she hums. ]
I think that's good, yeah. Thank you~
[ it is, actually, and he's right in that it keeps the dress up quite well. the bodice isn't revealing enough that she's concerned, though she touches her sternum briefly in contemplation before she turns around to show him. across the right side of her sternum and shoulder, a jagged looking symbol scarred into her skin. it looks like it's been on the mend for two weeks and some change, and is pink at this point, closed up. ]
... Hair up? Or down, you think?
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Then his eye darts to the symbol on her shoulder, and he straightens, levity disappearing for concern instead,]
...Your shoulder.
[he takes it in, brow furrowing at the implications he thinks he can see]
Does it still hurt?
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[ she knew this would happen, but she was hoping maybe for no words. still. it's here and it is on display. she touches it briefly with her fingertips, eyes glancing downwards to trace it with her sight. ]
No. Not as much as when I first got here. It's alright, promise. Part of the art of engraving, really...
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[though this one looks more purposeful than a nasty cut or a piercing from stray shrapnel,]
Can I ask the story behind it? Or should I chalk it down to your mysterious allure...