[ Too late. Fuuta might give that little alarmed bark when Zeta gets to her feet, but he's not quick enough to stop her from exiting the little hiding spot he'd found. There's the rustle of fabrics and clothes hangers as she emerges into aisle between the racks, and Fuuta gives a loud groan, followed by an overdramatic sigh.
And he's taking his sweet time hauling himself upright as well -- no point in staying hidden here, now that she's busted him -- when she leans in to take that better look at him. Fuuta stifles a startled grunt as he jerks back, shoulders hiked up defensively as he gives her a wary stare back. ]
... yeah. Sure. Feels great knowing I'm not hideous.
[ Sorry Zeta, that is not what she said, but he's just the type of shitty youth to word it like that.
Fuuta grumbles as he stands and emerges from the clothing racks, though he still positions himself so Zeta stands between him and where the rest of the staff are; just in case they decide to come barging in to force sexy outfits on people, surely they'll gun for her first and he can escape while they're distracted. ]
And it's not like I don't put in effort? I know what works for me and I make that happen, I just know my limits. Objectively. It's lame when someone's trying too hard when there's no point to it.
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[ Too late. Fuuta might give that little alarmed bark when Zeta gets to her feet, but he's not quick enough to stop her from exiting the little hiding spot he'd found. There's the rustle of fabrics and clothes hangers as she emerges into aisle between the racks, and Fuuta gives a loud groan, followed by an overdramatic sigh.
And he's taking his sweet time hauling himself upright as well -- no point in staying hidden here, now that she's busted him -- when she leans in to take that better look at him. Fuuta stifles a startled grunt as he jerks back, shoulders hiked up defensively as he gives her a wary stare back. ]
... yeah. Sure. Feels great knowing I'm not hideous.
[ Sorry Zeta, that is not what she said, but he's just the type of shitty youth to word it like that.
Fuuta grumbles as he stands and emerges from the clothing racks, though he still positions himself so Zeta stands between him and where the rest of the staff are; just in case they decide to come barging in to force sexy outfits on people, surely they'll gun for her first and he can escape while they're distracted. ]
And it's not like I don't put in effort? I know what works for me and I make that happen, I just know my limits. Objectively. It's lame when someone's trying too hard when there's no point to it.