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droppedstitch

She punches them in the arm. Or attempts to.

"Do you like it?" she amends.

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anashthetic

Ashton just stands there and takes it like a champ, with absolutely no reaction to the punch whatsoever.

"Yes, I do." He successfully manages to not say Was that so hard?, because he doesn't know Istra that well that he can be comfortable actively ribbing her.

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droppedstitch

Meanwhile, Istradez is falling face first into a friendship she so desperately needs. She knows that she does. Ash is the sort of friend that Istradez really wants, too, even though she's just now starting to figure it out.

"Then jeans it is," she announces, holding a pair up to them. "Go try it on."

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anashthetic

Because Ash does take pleasure in being a nuisance, he changes his shirt right there and then, slipping out of what he's wearing (black t-shirt. so much of his wardrobe is black. so much.) and tossing it back at her as he puts on what she gave him.

As expected, without a shirt on she's still dead-pale, flat as a board, and has excellent skin.

And then he grabs the pants, takes a few steps back, and puts the rest of the outfit on. She's wearing leggings anyway, so she just opts to wear the jeans over them: less hassle, and it's good to establish a certain level of rapport -- one not quite reached yet -- before you strip down to your underwear in front of someone.

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droppedstitch

She tries not to look. She tries her hardest not to look. But there's a quick peek as she lowers the shirt down from her face and clears her throat. "Don't forget the jacket," she tells them, though it would be a damn shame to cover any more of them.

Not that Istra is thinking about any of that, of course.

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anashthetic

As it turns out, when your most capable combat form is a physical transformation that doesn't incorporate clothes, you get very comfortable with being naked around people you're at least decently familiar with very quick. Ashton may have a remarkable amount of convoluted hangups about her own naked body, but those are mostly in the context of having sex, which she thinks is a very different context from this.

"I've only got so many arms to put things on with?" She shrugs the jacket on. "And you're allowed to look at me, you know, if I cared about being seen I'd go change somewhere else."

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droppedstitch

"Yes, well, it doesn't matter!" she protests. "Because you will make me blush like a child."

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anashthetic

"Will I, now."

Fifty percent teasing! Fifty percent they hadn't realistically considered the idea she might be into them.

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droppedstitch

Ever since they showed up at Ulla's party in that green dress, Istra has been fascinated by them. The way they walk and move and talk. The strange confidence they carry despite everything.

It's intriguing.

She rolls her eyes. "Well, now I have changed my mind."

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anashthetic

"Oh, don't be that way," she grins, getting her metaphorical feet back under her. "If I wanted to see you blush, I'd ask for help with lingerie."

Not that Ashton, you know, owns any anymore. She figures she could probably stand to, but it's really not been anything near a priority at any point.

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droppedstitch

That's just mean. Istra holds her reaction back, but she is very clearly affected.

"Is that true? Well, my friend gave me a pair or two."

She makes a move with her fingers for Ashton to turn around. She needs to see the fit from all angles.

"If you wanted to make me the model."

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anashthetic

Unfortunately, Ashton is still an ass even in the best of circumstances.

"I wouldn't be opposed." They obediently follow her instructions, making sure she gets a good visual from whatever angle she'd like.

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droppedstitch

The silhouette is good, the fit better, and she's satisfied. "When we are finished here, then. That's a good one. You can add some different shirts."

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anashthetic

"You're certain the yellow works?"

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droppedstitch

"Yes. I'm certain the yellow works," she says, faux offended. "It's just the right shade. Any lighter would wash you out. Any darker would look terrible."

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anashthetic

"I defer to your wise judgment," he says with a half-assed pretense at humility and a sweeping bow, not bothering to disguise his smile, "madame Istradez."

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droppedstitch

"Fuck you," she says with a rude gesture that may or may not translate.

"Do you want another outfit?"

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anashthetic

It doesn't translate, but it's performed with such intent to it that he gets the gist. "Not in the middle of the Wardrobe, you won't," Ashton deadpans, and then switches the deadpan right back off for a "Yes, actually."

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droppedstitch

She pauses. "You don't know me very well."

But that turns to a giggle. "How do you feel about a skirt with pants underneath?"

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anashthetic

"Certainly not well enough for that, you haven't even bought me dinner yet."

They tip their head to the side in consideration. "...Intrigued. Go on."

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droppedstitch

"You don't buy anyone dinner here when you're trying to woo them."

She tosses them a white buttoned shirt with bright, thin lines in random patterns and color.

"You find them clothes they like."

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anashthetic

"That explains why no one else has ever done it," he laughs, already moving to change into the new article of clothing.

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droppedstitch

She stares at them a moment. "Ashton. Do you realize that I am trying to woo you?"

And then they are being thrown a deep red, short skirt followed by thin, black pants.

"Which is - very difficult to do because I feel like shit, but you are bringing me a lot of stupid joy right now, but you don't even notice it."

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anashthetic

"No one else doesn't mean no one including you," Ashton protests; these clothes she catches but doesn't opt to put on just yet. "I was attempting to give you a chance to reconsider?"