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nineteenth breath ✧ voice/action

[The following conversation can be overheard on Isamu's journal, suspiciously left open next to him]

[A tired sounding voice] Oi. Naoki. Where're you going?

Huh? [Pause.] Just out for a bit. Why?

Please don't, man. My senses are starting to return to normal, but I feel like shit. I don't wanna be stuck in here on my own...

Oh...sorry. R-right. I'll stay around, then. D'you need anything...?

[...So easy, Naoki.] Yeah... Some water. No. Some tea. I'm sick of water. And... maybe a blanket.

[The sound of footsteps as he turns.] Okay, can do.

Oh, and what do we have to eat? I could go for something sweet right now.

I picked up groceries the other day--and some snacks. I'll check.

[That's your cue, guys. You know who you are.]

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With pleasure.

[Oh hey, it's a mysteriously reappearing makeup kit. Hopping down from her chair now.] It's okay, Naoki. You'll look great.

[...honest.]

Haha... I'm sorry, but this will be much easier for all of us if you cooperate, you know.

[He's just going to stay holding him, partially because he knows Naoki won't struggle too much of out fear of hurting him while doing so.]

[Splutters.]

What is--no, no way--! [He can't exactly move because Richard's there and he doesn't want to hurt him. Dammit. His weakness.] ...Ted, you jerk!

Now now, Naoki. Don't blame Ted. You brought this upon yourself.

That's right. Don't worry, this'll soon be over. [Starting with the dress. And guess what, Naoki? You being shirtless makes this a lot easier than it should be.]

[And while you boys are wrestling him into the dress, Nami will just go ahead and set out an array of cosmetics on the nearest flat surface. She won't say anything, but she may still be grinning. Just a little.]

[Please don't panic over the fact that Richard is trying to undo your pants here, Naoki. It just wouldn't do to have those ruining the image by sticking out from underneath the dress.]

[Squeak.] Richard! [You are only allowed to undo his pants for one occasion and sticking him in a dress is not it! Squirming in earnest now. But, ffff, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone, so.

Ineffectual protesting time!]

Do-don't put that thing on me!

[Sorry, Naoki. Isamu is helping Ted with the dress now.]

But it's just the right color for you, man.

[He'll just happily ignore the fact that Richard's stripping you while they put that dress on. He actually studied those buttons long enough to know how to close them quickly.]

[Sorry Naoki, Richard is in full-blown Troll Mode right now. Now be a good boy and let him get those pants off.]

You would rather Sir Isamu or Ted handled this part?

[Indignantly:] It's pink--!

[And going still, at that. Being a good boy now. ;; Sob.]

No.

Exactly!

[Isamu is just grinning.] And I'm sure no one will forgive you if you rip such a pretty thing.

[Ted chuckles at what Isamu says, before he finally gets to the buttons and starts working on them.] Aha! I knew this'd fit you just fine.

Ted did pick it out just for you, after all.

[A groan of disgust as he looks down at himself in the dress.] Ted, you've got awful taste. [Puffing up his cheeks now, looking sullen.] I'm not going to forgive you guys for this.

[Laughing.] Yes you will.

Considering the look I was going for? I'd say this was actually rather excellent.

... Okay, who knows how to tie ribbons here?

Miss Nami? Would you do the honors?

I think I can manage that. [Leaving the makeup where it is and coming back to Naoki. Her grin ...may have a small hint of apology in it, but not enough to stop her from expertly tying those pretty, pretty ribbons of his.]

[This is his I hate my life face.

So sulking. Forever. He's not going to forgive any of you ~~this is a lie because Naoki can't stay mad to save his life~~.]

Oh don't make that face, Naoki. You're -pfft- you're gonna look adorable.

[Throwing the stockings at Richard then, and the shoes too. Totally ignoring that face lest it makes him guilty enough to stop this.] You do that part, and we'll take care of the hair and the gloves.

Understood.

[And you'd better not try to kick him while he does this, Naoki. Not that he thinks you would, but still.]

[You know what?

Naoki's going to resign himself right here. With the most sullen expression ever (as Nami is applying the make-up somewhere...in the background), sighing noisily and lifting up one of his feet. Go ahead, Richard. 8|]

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