Of course, Miss Shequraso. It's not as though you chose this, so there's quite the chasm between 'harmless accident' and 'ill-intentioned pervert'--
[Even as he steps back to give her due room again, Rui's too slow to avert his gaze, and he instinctively stiffens up out of embarrassment. Ah. Well. That's. Hm. That's. Naked woman. Visible even if he turns his head towards the wall with the full-length mirror. Even more visible at different angles, actually.
Clearly Rui's solution is to suddenly pivot so that they're back to back, clearing his throat. Sure, he's a shitty little nerd virgin, but he's still an 18-year-old bisexual.]
Sorry. [There. Not like he meant to be shitty. He can hear what his friends would lecture him with already ringing in his ears.] Say the word if you need any further assistance with those outfits. I'll-- get to folding the dress in a minute. [Once he's sure that it's safe to turn around and pick it up off the ground, that is. Until then, he'll stare firmly at the wall in front of him and try to think of vegetables to keep from making this weirder than it has to be.]
...You seem unfazed by sharing such a tight space with someone. Are you a performer, perhaps? [Dressing rooms and hasty disregard for each other's relative nudity is part of it, after all.]
no subject
[Even as he steps back to give her due room again, Rui's too slow to avert his gaze, and he instinctively stiffens up out of embarrassment. Ah. Well. That's. Hm. That's. Naked woman. Visible even if he turns his head towards the wall with the full-length mirror. Even more visible at different angles, actually.
Clearly Rui's solution is to suddenly pivot so that they're back to back, clearing his throat. Sure, he's a shitty little nerd virgin, but he's still an 18-year-old bisexual.]
Sorry. [There. Not like he meant to be shitty. He can hear what his friends would lecture him with already ringing in his ears.] Say the word if you need any further assistance with those outfits. I'll-- get to folding the dress in a minute. [Once he's sure that it's safe to turn around and pick it up off the ground, that is. Until then, he'll stare firmly at the wall in front of him and try to think of vegetables to keep from making this weirder than it has to be.]
...You seem unfazed by sharing such a tight space with someone. Are you a performer, perhaps? [Dressing rooms and hasty disregard for each other's relative nudity is part of it, after all.]