Heron May mingle

[grandstanding]

Who: Heron crew and visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: the Heron
When: all May!

[Birds of a feather mingle together.]

Comments

[astrobleme]

[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.

[interstices]

[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.