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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 12, 2011 12:29:06 GMT -5
Tristan looked away, wondering what he should do next. He was beginning to lose his cool, especially after the comment from the back of the crowd. "N-NO! You people have the wrong idea!" he shouted, his body moving in a synchronized fashion with his words. This seemed to cause more gasps and screams of excitement from the women population of the crowd, as it showed how his body looked. The two employees screamed as well, admiring Tristan's form.
Tristan stepped back, the people drawing in a little closer. He turned to Aikosa, blushing after she noticed his, what he thought was, out of shape body. He never thought about showing Aikosa this side of him, but thanks to the two employees, that thought won't be a problem to him anymore
Suddenly, an idea was brought about him. Shocked at the idea, Tristan initially wanted to refuse. "B-but if we do that, then....oh dear....." he looked at the hungry crowd, drawing closer and closer for more information. Tristan sighed, a little bit grouchy that this was being a hassle. "Well it has to be that plan, I suppose. This is going to leave an awkward feeling."
Tristan sighed, letting go of his inhibitions and his image. His eyes closed as he flexed his body, concentrating on acting in order to escape. Suddenly, he approached Aikosa and grasped her hand. He looked into her eyes and smiled in the most charming way possible. The crowd zoomed in on the action, waiting for something to happen. Just as that happened, Tristan walked a half circle around Aikosa, his back facing the back room. He knelt before Aikosa, her hand still in his grasp. He place his hand gently on the center of his chest, pulling off a hopefully convincing act for the crowd. "My madam, I will not leave your side. For I am your humble butler, waiting to serve you. Will you leave my side??"The crowd, along with the two employees, gasped. They were shocked at what he said. Tristan smiled at her, trying to look as charming as possible.
OOC: Lets see....if we start from a low point like this, we can keep this going xDDD ESCALATION
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Post by nekayne on Feb 12, 2011 17:20:02 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa gave a small, relieved smile as Tristan was willing to act. If they did well, they should be able to leave unharmed, although deeply humiliated. She swallowed back some of her anxiety as she tried to put herself in a different mind frame.
The sudden grasp of her hand quickly halted her thinking. Aikosa looked at Tristan, wondering what he was doing. The smile he flashed certainly was charming, and Aikosa felt slightly captivated. She followed his movements with her eyes until he knelt down before her. He had started the act, and now she needed to keep it going.
Aikosa briefly looked at the eager crowd, nervous. For a moment she felt like she couldn't do this, but she tried to stay out of that mindset. The crowd obviously wanted to see the display that Tristan and Aikosa would make, so why did she need to worry about how she would appear?
Well, I guess it was time to put on a show.
Aikosa adjusted her posture to appear more confident and less embarrassed. She stared down at Tristan with a pouted smile and dropped her eyelids slightly. With her free hand, she traced her fingertips over her own chest. "Of course I will never leave your side, my dear butler. I am a wealthy woman, but money can not buy everything. I need you."
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 12, 2011 22:24:33 GMT -5
"But of course, my madam." Tristan said with a stern voice. He stood up and put his arms over his head. His muscles tightened and flex as he showed off his physique. He was clearly embarrassed that his shirt was off and that he had to act as such. In front of Aikosa on top of that. But if they wanted to get out of there, he had to eat it up. "If there is anything you would need, i am here to serve you. I, your butler, am physically strong and mentally aware. Clearly I am capable to uphold your needs." He tried to put up the best act possible. His voice and his attitude portrayed that he was there to serve, possibly unaware of what else his madam was asking for.
It was possibly going to be a good show. The audience were clearly eating up this. The two employees held up their hands to their face, captivated by what Tristan and Aikosa put up. Tristan thought he was about to give in, especially at the position he was in. He looked at Aikosa, wondering how she will fair. However, as he looked, he noticed a kind of beauty in her words and face. Not just her body and the clothes she was wearing, but her. Something was up. Nevertheless, Tristan tried to keep this up, even though it was going to feel like the biggest hassle ever.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 12, 2011 23:41:52 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa watched as Tristan flexed, portraying himself to the crowd. The crowd responded with noise and the shuffling of excited feet. Some of the females had their hands cupped near their mouths to suppress their delighted giggles.
Aikosa daintily twirled to reach the other side of Tristan. She put her hands lightly on his toned arm, allowing them to run over his muscles and allowing the audience to soak up some physical contact. "Yes, it is clear to me that you are very capable. Anything I need, you should have no problem providing."
Aikosa then let out a drawn out sigh as she let her hands fall behind her back, her fingers hooking, and her eyes hit the floor as a frown appeared on her face. She stepped away and slightly forward towards the crowd. "It is odd, though. I have everything I could ever ask for, yet I still feel an emptiness inside. Tell me, butler. What services can you provide for me?"
She raised her chin a little as she acknowledged Tristan. This was the most awkward and embarrassed she had ever felt in her life, but internally, she was trying very hard to push away those feelings for the sake of the act. She flicked her tail cutely back and forth, trying to play up her role as much as possible.
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 13, 2011 10:50:03 GMT -5
Tristan felt Aikosa's hands running down his arms, eyelids dropped and a relaxed smile dropped on his face. He looked confident and able, as if he can support any need of anyone he served as a butler. The women giggled and waved at the able butler, causing Tristan to feel a little more embarrassed.
Tristan let out a few giggles and walked around Aikosa. "My madam, I can provide any service you may desire. Please do not look sad, for that makes me sad." He said in the most empathetic way possible. Despite that, he still kept his cool as he kept a close distance to his mistress. "Young Madam, perhaps it is not a physical service that should be provided for your emptiness. Perhaps it could be spiritually..." He trailed off, stopping next to Aikosa. He attempted to gently pick her chin up and guide her face towards his. After, he tried to look into her eyes, a smile coyly forming on his lips. "or perhaps.........emotionally" The crowd squealed some in excitement, Tristan's words sparking a form of passion one way or another.
Tristan looked at Aikosa, a look not only showing kindness and acting, but also a bit of concern. He was wondering how long this plan would work. His smiled showed his teeth, but it also showed more. It had words that wanted to direct to Aikosa. Rather silently and through his teeth, Tristan whispered, "How long can we keep this up?"
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Post by nekayne on Feb 13, 2011 14:33:00 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa allowed her chin to be delicately pulled in closer to Tristan. She gave a smile of her own, but parted her lips slightly to speak through them in a dropped whisper. "I'm not sure. The crowd is loving it but it's getting really awkward...we need to try and get out of here."
"Emotional service...perhaps that is what I need." Aikosa stared back at Tristan, portraying a sense of longing that the audience would hopefully be able to sense. "I am always so lonely and sad, especially on a night like this. Perhaps all I need is someone to love..." Aikosa moved one hand from behind her back and traced a slow line with her fingertip up Tristan's torso and chest until it ended at the tip of his chin. "...and someone to love me in return."
Aikosa seemed to be doing well keeping calm on the outside. On the inside, her mind was screaming with embarrassment. This kind of act was not something kept in her modest agenda, and it made her feel like she would need a long, long shower to clear away the taint. She felt even worse that she had to put Tristan through it, but she would probably feel even less comfortable if it had been someone else.
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 13, 2011 15:41:25 GMT -5
"Ya, we gotta." He whispered. He raised his chin as Aikosa's fingertip traveled up his body, eyes closed and a long breath out escaping his lips. His arms dropped, relaxing with the words spoken by Aikosa. His eyes then slowly opened and looked at Aikosa, beauty and all from her dress and acting.
The audience were fidgeting with exciting, some blushing from the romantic display of escape made by the duo. Many women kept their hands in their front of their faces to hide their ever growing passion as they tried to experience what Aikosa was experiencing in their minds and bodies. The two lolita-dressed women, bodies as warm as ever, were admiring both the act and how beautiful and sexy the outfits were on Aikosa and Tristan.
The act was getting more successful, with the audience getting more into it as it progressed. Tristan wanted this to be over already, hoping that by the time the two exit it will be over and they could forget about it. Uncool and annoying were just two words Tristan used to describe this very moment. He had to keep sucking up the pain, but he was unsure of how long before he could give in.
Tristan walked around Aikosa towards the back, as if he ignored Aikosa's words of love and desire. The audience drew closer to the scene, pulling their shirts up as if they were about to cry by the next line. Was it going to be a line of sadness or love? They were unsure! Tristan kept walking until he stood still. He then grabbed Aikosa's hand and tried to pull her in, going to put her hand up and his arm around her waist. The intention was that he would bring her body against his shirtless body, becoming one! "Then allow me, your humble butler, to give you that service the best I can."
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Post by nekayne on Feb 13, 2011 16:08:17 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
As Tristan walked past her, Aikosa looked down slightly, an expression of sorrow playing on her face as if she had been turned down after expressing her needs. Her lower lip moved into a subtle pout. She wanted to look at the crowd and see how they reacted, but she was getting tired of them being there.
The sudden strong hold of her waist surprised her, and she let out a gasp as she was pulled against Tristan. Some of the audience gasped right after at the display of passion and romance. A new wave of embarrassment flushed over Aikosa as soon as she made close contact with Tristan. Not only were they both in an awkward situation with minimal amounts of clothing, but a crowd was watching.
"Let us go, my dear butler. We will make this night timeless!" Aikosa pulled away from Tristan, only to reach out to hold his hand as she made a dash for the back room. The weirdness and awkwardness from the situation was getting to be too much and she wanted to get out of the crowd's eyes as quick as possible.
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 13, 2011 16:29:45 GMT -5
Tristan looked away as he performed the action, unsure if it was the right thing to do. He was blushing as his body made intimate contact with Aikosa's. The action turned this from a plan to escape to a big emotional hassle. What was Tristan feeling or thinking? Was this going to be a good plan to escape? Did it work? How did Aikosa feel about this?
the sudden pull of his arm caused him to turn away towards the back, escaping through with ease as the audience screamed and gasp at the end. "As you wish.....mistress...." He said happily before they exited. As soon as they could see nothing but black, Tristan took the lead. He guided Aikosa out into the back and through the back door into an alleyway. He panted, blushing like crazy as his physique relaxed in exhaustion.
"Okay......that was a little too close and a little crazy." He walked around, concerned of what just happened as he lost his cool somewhat. "It was a crazy act and humiliating......I never thought I could pull it off......." Yet as he talked, he felt a little amused by it. He did have an interesting time with Aikosa, even though it embarrassed him to no end. As the door closed behind him, the feeling of warmth grew cold. Tristan shivered, realizing that he was shirtless in the middle of winter. "Okay....so now we can.......did we forget something? He said. After a brief pause, he fell into panic once more. "Our clothes! Oh no!"
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Post by nekayne on Feb 13, 2011 16:54:02 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa squinted against the dark, trying her hardest to see. Thankfully Tristan was ahead of her and leading the way since the shoes she was wearing were not the best for running around. As soon as she made it outside, she felt like shouting with happiness.
Aikosa leaned her back against the wall, a hand to her chest as she breathed heavily. Her heart was pounding from a mixture of running and embarrassment. She felt humiliated, stupid, and...somehow still found herself starting to laugh. Aikosa burst into laughter, letting all of the anxiety out as she suddenly fully realized what the two had just done.
"That really was crazy!" Aikosa said between laughs. "I can't believe we just did that..." Her laughter began dying down, a smile that finally wasn't acted appearing on her face as a calm started to overcome her.
The calm was short-lived as she felt a breeze of cold wind strike across her legs. Before she even had a chance to point it out, Tristan already had - their clothes had been left inside the dressing rooms.
"Oh shoot!" Aikosa sulked as she turned around to put her hands on the door they came out of. Pulling on the handle, she realized it had locked behind them. She nervously bit her lower lip. "Maybe I could get Tic to sneak in and..." Aikosa began patting her side where her pocket would have been, but realized that her Drifloon was inside with her clothes.
Aikosa glanced along the alley. She was wearing the dress after all. If she had seen someone, she could simply ask them to go in for her and just hike up her dress a little for good measure...
Wait, what was she thinking?
Feeling beaten, but a need to retrieve their clothes, she looked over at Tristan. "What do we do...?" The cold was starting to get to the fire type.
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 13, 2011 17:28:24 GMT -5
As Tristan looked around the alleyway, he was angry and annoyed at the fact that they forgot their clothes. This turned from a big hassle to a big problem as they had no option of getting their clothes back for a while. He shivered, wrapping his arms around his physique as he turned around to look at Aikosa. He then remembered that he did not lose his upperbody clothes, but they were tucked in. Quickly, he pulled his dress shirt up and button himself and then wore the jacket. He quickly felt a little warmer, but not so much due to the winter season.
"I also left my pokeballs in there too.....and I'm kinda co-" He looked at the cold, thinking that she might not be used to the cold. Was the cold really getting to her? She was a fire type after all. Nevertheless, Tristan took off his dress coat and put it around Aikosa, trying to keep her warm. He then tried to bring her a little closer in order to stay warm while they thought of something. Even though it was a big situation, Tristan smiled a little. "Hehehe....you know, it was pretty funny how we acted and actually pulled it off.....embarrassing, but funny." He looked at another direction, blushing at some of the actions he did. He also noted how he thought about Aikosa in that suit, feeling guilty of it. "I hope you....liked my physique and all.....hope you weren't embarrassed either."
Meanwhile, a man of with short black hair and a woman with brown hair and glasses entered the shop. Little did Tristan and Aikosa knew, the shop was lively with business. The other customers talked of the show Tristan and Aikosa put up, commenting how amazing it was. Despite that, there was no crowd. Just shopping at its full at the eccentric shopping shop. As the day went on, the two similarly dressed girls held up clothes that belonged to the actors who escaped. The man with the short black hair was about to go change when he was suddenly given their clothes. "Ya you can have those." Confused as to why they gave away another person's clothes like that, he looked through to find a man and a woman's clothing. He gave the woman's clothing to the woman behind him, blushing as he did. "I don't think that bra belongs to me.........."
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Post by nekayne on Feb 13, 2011 18:01:59 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa shuddered against the cold, drawing her arms closer to her body as she tried to contain the heat she was putting off. She blushed a little as Tristan put his coat over her shoulders, feeling thankful for the gentlemanly act. She was brought in closer to Tristan, and she moved a bit closer on her own accord to try and contain the warmth between them.
"I know...maybe we should be a traveling acting duo, hm?" Aikosa joked, letting out a light laugh. "Oh, um...yes. I mean, yes, I think...you look dashing." Aikosa felt embarrassed. Any girl would have liked Tristan's body. She let out a light sigh and rested her head against Tristan. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this."
The woman in the shop was shocked as she was handed obviously another person's clothes and not something that was for sale. She blinked as she spotted the bra on top of the pile. "Okay, some big-breasted chick out there is potentially naked with another man." She furrowed her brows as she let out a huff. "Why was I not invited?!"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 13, 2011 20:36:12 GMT -5
Tristan felt Aikosa get closer to him, instinctively stepping back so he would not trip. Despite that, he stood up straight, trying to keep Aikosa in balance. He wrapped his arms around Aikosa, hoping that could keep her warm enough to stay up for the time being. Hearing compliments from her seems to always make him blush. Was it because he never had compliments about his looks before? Or was it because it was Aikosa?
"Th-thanks......heh. Traveling duo would really hurt my image. Hehehe." Many men would always try to compliment how beautiful a woman's body looked, which drives he ignorance of people. Tristan may compliment, but he was not one to be ignorant. "Why are you apologizing? You have beautiful looks.......but I understand. I should be sorry. Sorry that you had to go through that. Probably my fault." He scratched his chin, wondering what to say next.
The man laughed and looked at the woman, liking how she acted. "Now now. I don't think its the right time to say that. I think its still a bit early." He laughed, looking through the clothes he received. He noticed the belt of pokeballs, staring into their miniature form. "Oh boy....one of them seems to be a trainer.....maybe both. Well we may as well see where they are."
The man walked to the back, telling the two employees that he was going to change. He kept walking, seeing nothing but black until he opened the door. When he opened it, he saw Tristan and Aikosa together in the cold. Tristan did not notice until after he heard the door open. He and the man locked eyes, the man with a surprised look on his face while Tristan a calm collected face. Eventually, Tristan felt shocked and walked back a bit, prompting the man to laugh. "Its fine. Not my moment.....these are probably yours. Here......" He placed them on the ground and stood up before Tristan and Aikosa. "Hey you were right about the chick and man!.....well almost!" He shouted to the woman.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 13, 2011 21:15:36 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
"I think we both hurt our image pretty badly in there." Aikosa added with a smile. "Thank you... Aikosa felt a little shy towards Tristan's compliment, but when he tried to take the blame, she pipped back up. "It's not your fault. I wanted to go into the shop, and I suggested the idea of acting to get out." Aikosa fell silent for a moment as she thought. "...Goodness, I cause a lot of trouble, don't I?"
Hearing that the missing man was potentially a Pokemon Trainer, the woman stuck her hands into the pockets of the coat she held. Instead of finding a full team, she found one single Pokeball in travel size. "This one too, though it doesn't seem like she's any good."
Seeing the man walk to the back, she followed shortly after, looking around as she did so. Only after hearing him shout did she speed up to stand in the door-way to the alley. By that time, the two had broken apart. The woman laughed as she held out Aikosa's clothing. "Girl, I did not find panties in this pile so I really hope you're wearing them."
Aikosa's face turned bright red as she pulled Tristan's coat around her tighter. Baffled, and noticing that her bra was exposed for all to see, quickly snatched the pile from the woman. "Oh, j-just give me that!"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 13, 2011 22:34:10 GMT -5
The man only laughed at the woman's comment, given the current situation of Aikosa and Tristan. After, he looked at them. "Well we'll leave you two alone then. Have fun~" He said, the last sentence said a little too funny. The man and the woman then walked off, closing the door behind them.
Tristan only blushed as he saw Aikosa's bra as well as the woman's comment. He did not want people to think they were that close. He wanted to be a good friend, as well as a good guide, for Aikosa. However, Tristan's feelings spoke otherwise, as they caused a stir within him. He did not know what to say to that.
The night was becoming colder by the moment, with Tristan shivering a little bit. He looked at Aikosa with concern. "Well we got our clothes back. Not only that, but we also got some free clothes. Haha." He laughed a little at the joke, nervous about whether it was funny or not. "Well I guess we can change n-" Suddenly, something struck him. If there were people who recognized them by the site, thus not allowing them to go into the store, where will they change? ".....oh boy."
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Post by nekayne on Feb 13, 2011 23:03:54 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa scoffed as the two odd people left. She didn't like how they had their clothes in the first place. Maybe the sales women had tipped them off? Either way, they were obnoxious and didn't care for their commentary.
"Yeah...it would have been horrible if we had to walk in there again." She laughed a little, feeling the hemline of her dress as she looked down at it. "I guess we did, though I don't imagine ever wearing this again."
Even though Tristan never got to finish his sentence, Aikosa caught on to what he meant just by the word 'change'. She was about to start walking until she realized that there wasn't any place to walk to because there wasn't any place to change.
Aikosa suddenly froze up in an embarrassed panic. They could try to find a coffee shop that had washrooms to change, but she wouldn't dare walking onto the street with what she had on, especially in the winter time.
With her face red, Aikosa did a slow turn towards Tristan. She would have to change in the alley if she didn't want to be seen on the street, or if she didn't want to freeze her tush off. She pointed the opposite way and spoke with accusing panic. "L-Look over there! Don't turn around!"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 14, 2011 0:06:54 GMT -5
Tristan was wondering how they were going to deal with that situation. They were in embarrassing clothing and people could recognize them based on the clothes they were wearing. The best case scenario would be only a few people would recognize them. So he figured that going to the nearest coffee shop would be the best option.
"Hey, why don't we-" and suddenly, from the corner of his eye, an arm extended in the opposite way. He was red with embarrassment as he was accused of being a pervert. HE supposed that it was embarrassing enough just to wear them after a crazy act. He looked around the alleyway, wondering how good it was. Inspecting the surrounding darkness from the shadows, as long as they stayed silent this was the only good option to change. "I wasn't going to peak....but alright." He turned around, facing the darkest part of the alleyway. It was partially illuminated by the light, but it was still dark enough to cover the furthest end of the alleyway. "Hey...if you get cold, you can come near....also I'll be changing now as well.....and don't peak." Tristan began to remove his pants and started changing. He kept his positions close to him, guarding them the best he could. He continued in a slow, but brisk pace. He would go faster; however, it was embarrassing enough to be changing in the winter, but with Aikosa next to him, it would be bad.
Tristan took the belt off and unbuttoned his dress pants. As he took off his pants, a pair of glowing eyes stared at him. They had unusual intent as they glowed in the dark. Suddenly, they lashed out, running at Tristan's and Aikosa's leg, trying to annoy them. It was poochyena running past them, hitting Tristan's leg. From the impact, and the fact that he was on leg, he fell down, creating a loud oof sound.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 14, 2011 0:36:23 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa watched Tristan for a moment, making sure he would stay turned around. She turned her own back towards him, taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. "I'm not going to peek!"
Aikosa pulled off the coat Tristan had handed her. Taking a deep breath, she loosened the strings on her dress and pulled it over her head as quickly as possible. Shivering against the night air, she hooked her bra behind her back, then reached for her jeans.
Seeing something dart past her and brush against her leg, Aikosa let out a piercing scream that echoed throughout the alley. She instinctively tried to cover herself up, since she only stood in the alley with her undergarments on. Trying to focus on the culprit, she saw that what ran past were Poochyena. She immediately growled at the presence of the other dog-like Pokemon.
Hearing the 'oof!' reminded Aikosa that Tristan was behind him. She froze up yet again. She was about to turn around until she remembered that she couldn't. "Tristan, are you okay? You better not be peeking!"
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Post by Italian Panda on Feb 14, 2011 2:11:34 GMT -5
Tristan sat there on the cold, hard alleyway, his body shivering. He stood up, feeling colder than ever as the winter air brushed over his exposed legs. He quickly took off his pants and reached for his blue jeans. The scream caused a little concern for him, but the growl was what really tipped him over. Why was Aikosa growling? He turned around a bit, catching a glimpse of Aikosa's hair, only to realize that she was in her underwear. So he quickly stood back up straight and faced forward.
"N-No, not peeking ma'am....and I'm alright. Just got colder thanks to the fall...you doing alright? Think you have everything?"/color] He pulled up his pants and quickly button them, as if he were hiding his shame from that. Trying to forget his past action, he took off his dress shirt and reached for his t-shirt and hoodie. "I'm decent enough since I have my pants on. How about you?" He asked as he counted his pokeballs. All six pokemon seem to be accounted for, including his newly acquired one. He started to wonder if he had anything missing.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 14, 2011 22:17:22 GMT -5
Aikosa Arcanias ♫ ♪ She's the song that you couldn't sing. ♫ ♪
Aikosa huffed, though glad that Tristan wasn't peaking. At least, she hoped he wasn't. She wasn't about to turn around and find out. Aikosa kicked off the heels she was forced into, her feet touching the cold ground and caused her to shiver. She quickly slipped on her jeans. "No, not yet, just wait!"
Aikosa threw her shirt over her head, pulling the bottom down until it fitted on properly. Now finding herself decent, she reached over to grab her socks and winter boots. "Alright...I'm decent now." Turning around slightly, she slipped on her socks and boots, quickly trying to get her feet off of the cold ground.
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