[ ... Come in? Suddenly, Cloud can feel his posture stiffen and shoulders square upright. Was he holding his breath? It sure seemed like it as he tries to figure out what he's supposed to do next. Perhaps he should have been the one to elaborate; damn his penchant for not forming complete sentences out of his thoughts. At first, he thought he could get Nyuu to step out of the changing room to model off her outfit and get his opinion. That's what he'd been prepared for! Up until the girl had timidly invited him in.
The hell was he supposed to do now?! Correct her by saying, "No, you come out here." and put more pressure on the poor lady?! Face still relatively composed, but now with crimson all the way up to his ears, he audibly sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. As if that would help what he's about to do next.
Alright, Cloud. You've got this. ]
Coming in.
[ And trying to do so without anybody seeing them (they do aklsjdf), he squeezes into the change room with her. Sure enough, Cloud is successful at keeping a straight face when he stares down at Nyuu. He visibly swallows, something he should have done before getting in so his nerves were checked on the other side of the curtain. His eyes are drawn to the merciless chest harness that squishes her boobs, the swell of her cleavage that's pushed up in the tight leather,
And the very real fact that if this room were any tighter or she were another step closer, she'd be rubbing on abs right about now. ]
......
[ He looks unimpressed. But only because if he shows any other emotion right now, his shyness was gonna show and he'd crumble. Nyuu's looking for help. ]
Definitely too tight.
[ It's only when Nyuu turns around that his expression can finally shift, his shoulders going more lax as he wastes little time in moving his hands up to the back of her oni-inspired bra. Seems they were fitting in here until they were satisfied with her look. His hands are surprisingly swift, unclasping her with ease. Hmmm... It's almost like he's taken off a woman's bra before.
...
It was his. When he tricked all of Wall Market into thinking there was a new hot chick in town. And her name was Miss Cloud. ]
What about that tube top? [ A beat. ] Won't have as much support as this, but...probably breathes better.
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[ ... Come in? Suddenly, Cloud can feel his posture stiffen and shoulders square upright. Was he holding his breath? It sure seemed like it as he tries to figure out what he's supposed to do next. Perhaps he should have been the one to elaborate; damn his penchant for not forming complete sentences out of his thoughts. At first, he thought he could get Nyuu to step out of the changing room to model off her outfit and get his opinion. That's what he'd been prepared for! Up until the girl had timidly invited him in.
The hell was he supposed to do now?! Correct her by saying, "No, you come out here." and put more pressure on the poor lady?! Face still relatively composed, but now with crimson all the way up to his ears, he audibly sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. As if that would help what he's about to do next.
Alright, Cloud. You've got this. ]
Coming in.
[ And trying to do so without anybody seeing them (they do aklsjdf), he squeezes into the change room with her. Sure enough, Cloud is successful at keeping a straight face when he stares down at Nyuu. He visibly swallows, something he should have done before getting in so his nerves were checked on the other side of the curtain. His eyes are drawn to the merciless chest harness that squishes her boobs, the swell of her cleavage that's pushed up in the tight leather,
And the very real fact that if this room were any tighter or she were another step closer, she'd be rubbing on abs right about now. ]
......
[ He looks unimpressed. But only because if he shows any other emotion right now, his shyness was gonna show and he'd crumble. Nyuu's looking for help. ]
Definitely too tight.
[ It's only when Nyuu turns around that his expression can finally shift, his shoulders going more lax as he wastes little time in moving his hands up to the back of her oni-inspired bra. Seems they were fitting in here until they were satisfied with her look. His hands are surprisingly swift, unclasping her with ease. Hmmm... It's almost like he's taken off a woman's bra before.
...
It was his. When he tricked all of Wall Market into thinking there was a new hot chick in town. And her name was Miss Cloud. ]
What about that tube top? [ A beat. ] Won't have as much support as this, but...probably breathes better.