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[Now that his hands are empty, Shinji doesn't know what to do with them. He just deposits them in the pockets of his pants, one after another, a bit hesitant. He would seem casual if not for the way he's radiating intense nervousness. The scrutiny is always the hardest part to deal with. The amount of time he spent on the dress is meaningless if Asuka doesn't like it. But...]

You like this? Seriously?

[But she seems to like it a lot, if the shine of her uncovered eye is any indication. He only sees the mistakes when he looks at the fabric and what he's done with it. She's seeing the craftsmanship, the dedication, the passion, the fundamental need to be recognized and praised for it. More than anything else in the world, he wants to be told that he's done a good job. She has the power to ensnare his heart forever by being nice to him.]

It's not much of a gift if I'm expecting stuff in return... [If she wore the dress, even for a minute, that would be a gift in its own right. Each and every stitch he made is something intimate, like a touch or a kiss.] Try it on? I want to see if it fits okay or not.

Yeah. I do. [As if it needs to be said. The light in her eyes is all the answer he really needs. Right now, she's wearing one of his earlier picks for her, back at the clothing boutique. Sometimes she thinks the girly dresses and skirts go poorly with her patched eye, but her self-consciousness evaporates in the face of his fondness.]

[Blush heavy, still running one hand down the skirt, she makes a demand that wouldn't have been uncharacteristic all these years ago, pointing at him.] Okay, out. [And then a pause.] Or can I trust you not to peek?

[Shinji blinks a few times, wide-eyed and owlish for it.] Peek? [His face is a splash of pink, and then he's spluttering:] W-Why would I do that? What kind of guy do you think I am...?! [Besides, he has already seen all that Asuka's body has to offer. She's the one who ran screaming out of the bathroom without a towel on...

Maybe he does want to peek, though. Just a little bit of a look.

He grumbles to himself and turns around, staring at the wall stubbornly. It isn't until he hears the rustle of fabric that he's really tempted to be a pervert. Tilting his head a nonchalant amount, he tries to get a peripheral glimpse of Asuka and how the fabric slides over her skin. Honestly, she'd probably show him more skin if he had the courage to ask for it, but he doesn't want to ask and risk rejection.]

I made some socks, too, if you're... interested in socks.

Edited 2016-06-23 02:09 (UTC)

[She doesn't berate him for the peek, however slight. If she'd really wanted him out, she never would have given him any other option. She's stripped to her bra and panties for all of two or three seconds, tugging on the sundress right after, straightening the straps. The fit's good. Not too loose around the bust or waist, flowing out just a bit. She's surprised he managed so well, as forgiving as the yukata was in comparison. The sundress is shorter than her other clothes, the hem ending about an inch from her fingertips. It's hard to call him a pervert when it's attractive.]

[Asuka doesn't care for mirrors much, tired of seeing her same ugly face. The only thing that's really changed over the years is her expression. So she turns around instead, hands nervous at her side, waiting for his appraisal.]

Does it suit me? [God, how stupid. Even if he looks disappointed by how it looks on, she's not giving it back to him unless it's to adjust something. No way. Then her forehead furrows up in confusion and mild suspicion.] What did you make socks for?

[The truth is, Asuka would look good in a plain paper bag. Shinji doesn't say that--it's cringeworthy in his head, much less spoken out loud. It's true, though. Even when he laments never being able to grow up, he has to admit the bodies they're stuck with aren't the worst ones ever. They'll always be youthful. Limber. Resilient. In Asuka's case, beautiful. He smiles before he really realizes it, looking her up and down.]

It does suit you, [he says quietly.] And it looks like it fits you. It's not too tight? Lift your arms and see if it still feels okay. [He walks over to stand in front of her again. His brings up his hands, and they hover awkwardly for a moment, before he decides to brush a wrinkle out of the fabric. He may or may not be glancing at her bustline.]

Oh, I made socks because I had some leftover fabric... and my feet get cold in here, so I wanted more socks. Do you want any socks? I've got yellow ones, and black ones, and I could part with the white ones, I guess.

Edited 2016-06-23 04:28 (UTC)

[She raises her arms as requested. It's not too tight at all. It's silly, to feel exposed by a sundress, but she can't help herself. When she was really fourteen, she'd worn miniskirts shorter than this without a care... and Shinji hadn't ever looked quite this happy when he saw her in them. So it's okay.]

Yeah, it's good. [The socks still strike her as a bit suspect. If he's not careful, he'll create his own cottage industry here in his room. Asuka meets his eyes, discovering wryly that his own aren't on her face, and swats his hand in a vague reprimand.] I'll take the yellow ones.

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