( there's little argument, which has him lifting his brows--but that doesn't mean he isn't going to stand there and not enjoy the show. in the end, it's almost too proper, sort of the way that he thinks nanami would divulge himself of his crisp shirt and pressed slacks at the end of a day; he lets out a soft breath, a sigh of amusement, and folds his arms against his chest. odd, really, to tuck the clothes away, except that he must expect to come back for them--that has him curious, as marco presents his back to him again.
standing up on his toes, he neatly and firmly pinches the back of the dress together. )
What's your rank, here? Are you in the basement?
( slowly, he works the zipper up--honestly, the pants had nothing to do with it, but it's rather that marco's broad, muscular form causes a little bit of issue here, and he's careful not to break the zipper or rip the fabric as he works it up to the collar. there, he carefully smooths out the back of the dress with his palms, ensuring that there's at least enough give for marco to reasonably move around; then, playfully, he snags both arms around his waist from behind.
just a little hug, a playful squeeze, letting out a laugh. ) Kya~. So broad.
( teasing, obviously--he draws back with a grin, cocking his head towards the hallway in question. should they head out, or work harder to conceal the manly curve of marco's jaw? it's hard to tell whether they should do something with marco's face, too, or not; a wig might help, but he's not sure he has one on hand. )
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standing up on his toes, he neatly and firmly pinches the back of the dress together. )
What's your rank, here? Are you in the basement?
( slowly, he works the zipper up--honestly, the pants had nothing to do with it, but it's rather that marco's broad, muscular form causes a little bit of issue here, and he's careful not to break the zipper or rip the fabric as he works it up to the collar. there, he carefully smooths out the back of the dress with his palms, ensuring that there's at least enough give for marco to reasonably move around; then, playfully, he snags both arms around his waist from behind.
just a little hug, a playful squeeze, letting out a laugh. ) Kya~. So broad.
( teasing, obviously--he draws back with a grin, cocking his head towards the hallway in question. should they head out, or work harder to conceal the manly curve of marco's jaw? it's hard to tell whether they should do something with marco's face, too, or not; a wig might help, but he's not sure he has one on hand. )