( there's a slow breath pulled through his nose--and dramatically let back out again, as though he'd fully been expecting gladiolus to just roll over. he knows that it's harder than it looks, and despite the many ways that he's able to bend gladiolus and wrap him around his finger, it doesn't always work in his favor; sometimes he gets his way and sometimes he doesn't, and though he'd never say it out loud, he does appreciate the few times that gladiolus puts his foot down--it's attractive, but more than that, it makes him feel less like that honored golden child, the clan's best hopes. so while he sets his mirror down, and tucks the mascara aside, it's only so that he can rustle through the little makeup kit that he'd brought, digging long fingers in for the thing he's looking for.

when he stands, the long skirt of the maid outfit drapes around him, covering up the black stockings underneath; he thinks that might be the only thing that gladiolus finds attractive about this whole thing. )

Well, first of all, girls don't walk around with a five o'clock shadow, so.

( one hand braces against the bottom of the makeup bag: the other whips itself out in a flourish, brandishing the small electric razor that he'd grabbed, on purpose, when he'd finally gotten gladiolus to agree to accompany him.

with a slow smile, he takes a step forward, and then another--he straddles one of gladiolus' thick thighs between his own, the skirt bunched up and trapped there as he sits himself down on his knee, facing him. )

Nothing I can do about your hair, though. Or your voice. So we might need a wig...

( he's musing this as he sets the makeup bag down into gladiolus' lap; he needs both hands, one to hold gladiolus' chin and turn it, and the other to move the razor up close to his cheek. he doesn't have to shave a lot himself, but he has watched suguru do it more than enough times to know what he's doing; besides, he's definitely sat in the bath and watched gladiolus do it himself, so many times that he's lost count. )