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HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
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COSTUME DEPARTMENT
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LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
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FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ Down she goes like a jenga tower; at least she lands atop a tangle of fluffy jackets, but the impact still makes an audible thud. And for as awful and rude as Fuuta usually is, at least he has the minimum manners to bark out a mortified: ]
-- shit, sorry! [ Although it's rather mitigated by the fact that it's immediately followed with: ] Look, just -- get over here, okay?!
[ Said as he hastily grabs at her clothes, tugging at her to try and drag her into the shelter of the clothing racks where he is. The sound of footsteps coming from down the aisle, along with a staff member's call of 'what the heck was that noise?!' just has him tugging even more frantically. ]
The quickly muttered apology paired with the mystery of the whole situation has her complying without too much further fuss; she might be rude and overly familiar sometimes, but she doesn't make a habit of dragging others into unwanted situations without very good reason. Plus if there's something bad enough out there to spook this guy into hiding, then it's probably something she should be paying attention to too.
She crouches quietly next to him with her arms wrapped around her knees behind all those hanging costumes, and it's only after the voices and footsteps fade away that she nudges the guy with one shoulder. ]
So are you gonna tell me what that was all about?
Edited (why did i repeat myself) 2025-05-18 21:19 (UTC)
[ Zeta is so sweet to play along with his yapping and tugging, when the reason for it is really isn't that big of a deal ...
Which is to say, Fuuta scrunches down quietly behind the rack of clothes as he listens to those footsteps tromp down the aisle, brow furrowed deeply and jagged teeth bitten into his lip as he holds his breath. And it's only once those footsteps have tromped away, probably out of earshot, that he gives little sigh. ]
Aah? [ He keeps his voice low, but there's still no neutralizing the shitty note to his voice when he responds. ] Isn't it obvious ... I just don't wanna get dragged into all this costume bullshit.
[ A pause before he looks away. Too bad it doesn't hide the way his cheeks pink a little. ]
I just tried to put on whatever, and they said if I don't come back with something se ... more revealing, they'd choose for me. Like hell I wanna deal with all that. And they'll nag at you in the same way, you know.
She blinks once, then twice, and then lets out a peal of laughter still muffled by the endless drape of fabric in front of them. ]
Seriously? That's it?
[ Sorry to laugh at him but it really seems so silly. Here she'd been thinking that he'd gone and done something dangerous and was hiding from someone as a result, but all this time it'd been over something as small as not wanting to show off? She shifts a little, pulling an arm in so she can prop her chin in the palm of her hand as she eyeballs him. ]
I get not wanting to be forced into something other people want you to do, but there's nothing wrong with showing off a little.
[ Says area girl who custom ordered a skimpy bikini to show off her assets.
This close it's hard to see much of anything, especially with how tucked in they both are, but a cursory examination doesn't show anything too out of the ordinary. Maybe he's got a bunch of scars underneath that shirt of his? Or he doesn't think he's muscular enough? He does look a little...what's the word.... (Rin voice) twinky but there's no way to tell for sure. Whatever the case is though, she's sure that there's something out there that would both look good on him and satisfy the wants of the prowling film staff out there.
An idea hits her and she straightens, excitement creeping into her voice. ]
Hey, why don't I help you? I've got a lot of experience in picking out clothes that look good on someone, and I promise I'll find something that both fits you and makes you feel great. Plus we can't hide here forever...you don't want to be stuck here all day, right?
Fuuta promptly gives Zeta a look like she just slapped him in the face, deep offense written all over his face, before looking away with an emphatic huff. Too bad there's no way for him to hide how his face has gone red all the way up to the ears in his miffed embarrassment. As with many other young men, there is truly no greater torment for him than getting laughed at, and by a pretty girl no less. ]
Tch! Like you'd know where I'm coming from!
[ He might click his tongue loudly, but the way his voice lowers to a grumble makes it obvious he's more mortified than he is properly angry. Also: the fact that he scrunches up, pulling his legs up and burying his face in his knees, back fully shrimped so his figure's obscured by the drape of his baggy hoodie. ]
You can say that just 'cause you're a girl and you happen to look cute? [ He'd normally hem and haw more about saying a girl is cute out loud, except it's objectively true, and also his main point right now lies elsewhere. ] Getting all uppity just 'cause you were born lucky like that ... Bet you're just gonna make me look stupid so you can look better in comparison. Like I'd fall for that shit.
[ Wow?? Quick as her laughter is to start, it's just as a quick to abruptly cut off, her face scrunching into a look of offense. Just because she's a girl? And she happened to be born lucky? Normally she'd revel at being called cute, but (Fuuta voice) the main point right now lies elsewhere. ]
What's that got to do with anything? If I look cute [ and she always does, thank you very much ] it's because I take the time and effort every morning to do my hair and makeup and pick out an outfit that looks good on me.
[ Despite the flash of annoyance though, her voice stays practical as she talks. ]
It's just like anything else. If you don't put the effort into something, you won't get the results you want.
[ With a quick exhale she rocks back onto her heels, and then pushes herself up back onto her feet and starts moving the costume racks aside. Sorry, no more hiding now that the pesky camera crews are gone. Besides, they have work to do.
Step one is to circle back to Fuuta, drop back down in front of him, and carefully inspect him up close. Like, six inches away from his face close. ]
You don't even look that bad anyway. Sure, you might not win the award for Cutest Guy of the Year, but I bet I could make at least one girl fall over her feet for you.
[ 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.
[ Fuuta saying he knows his limits when that icon is so scrungly is taking me out. Unfortunately for poor Fuuta though, Zeta is determined to push him past whatever arbitrary limits he's set for himself. ]
I don't know...
[ Since he hasn't physically pushed her away yet, she sidles right back next to him again, reaching out to tug at his sweatshirt sleeve. ]
If you wanted to look good, you wouldn't be wearing things that make you look all shapeless. [ She lets go of the fabric, only to jab him in the small of his back with one finger. ] And you'd stand up straight!
[ Or...straighter....if he's already mostly all the way there. ]
There's a difference between trying hard and trying too hard, even though I'm not sure if you're trying at all. [ Ouch. But back to grabbing his sleeve she goes, tugging him along with her towards one of the racks she'd just pushed aside. ] So c'mon, just let me dress you this once. And if you really hate it, I promise I won't bother you again.
[ Fuuta, of course, reacts to all the tugging and poking with the grace of a chihuahua snapping its teeth at a bee. The tug at his sleeve earns a grunt and a jerk of his arm back, while the poke at his back as him straightening up with a reluctant, affronted huff; too bad his habitual slouching habit means he's going to slowly crumble back down to light shrimping over the course of their conversation. ]
I-it's not shapeless?!
[ Sidling back a half-step as he grips at the floppy sleeve of his hoodie in clearly defensive fashion. ]
It's made to be oversized. This kind of stuff works better for guys if they're not ... [ big and buff. ] It's supposed to be like that, alright?! I know what I'm doing.
[ Or at least, he thought he did! He's getting obviously self-conscious now that Zeta's tearing him a new one, and sneaks a glance down at himself with lips pursed and brow scrunched up. He's pretty sure dressing like this is the best way he's found to look decent, but now ... Though Fuuta does give an exasperated groan as he's tugged along towards the clothing racks, it's telling that he doesn't actually try to pull away this time. ]
I swear, if you're just saying that 'cause you want me to wear something stupid so you can laugh …
Relax, Eyepatch. [ 'Eyepatch'?? ] I promise I won't laugh. [ More than a little, anyway. ] Vaseraga might tell you otherwise, but I'm really pretty nice.
[ Citation needed. But at least Fuuta's finally left to his own devices as she digs through the racks of clothing. Given that they were all brought up for the express purpose of film, the vast chunk of the outfits on display are overly gaudy, but she manages to fish out a jean jacket and toss it Fuuta's way. There's still a giant logo emblazoned on the back - COCK TIL YOU DROP, whatever that's supposed to mean - but at least the front's pretty nondescript. ]
If you put on a jacket over what you have right now, it'll add both extra texture and some extra width so you won't look as skinny.
[ Or so Google and various reddit threads have led me to believe. ]
[ Eyepatch??? What is with so many people here using stupid nicknames. Fuuta looks offended for a moment before barking, ]
I have a name. It's Fuuta. Use that, unless you want me calling you ... Blondie.
[ 0 points for creativity.
But for all his griping, Fuuta does actually follow along after Zeta. One might get the sense that this isn't his first time getting bossed around by a girl -- the little brother energy. And when Zeta tosses him that jacket, he makes a face as he takes in the horrible logo on the back (what does it even mean???) and heaves a long-suffering sigh, but does wearily start putting it on. ]
Hey. You choose something too. [ It's said almost like an accusation as he tugs the jacket on and pulls the hems down straight; his hands automatically tuck into the pockets as his shoulders slouch with his usual bad posture. ] It's not fair if I'm the only one who has to wear some stupid outfit from here, so. You wear something, too.
Not the first time someone's called me Blondie. But it's Zeta, actually.
[ But if he really wants to stick with 'Blondie' then he can go right away. Better 'Blondie' than 'Puppy' anyway....
She continues looking pleased as punch as he begrudgingly catches the jacket and tugs it on, beaming at him before offering him a thumbs up. From the front, the terrible logo hidden from view, he really is starting to look like a different person. ]
Lookin' good!
[ And maybe he won't think this is still some elaborate prank she's trying to pull on him. ]
[ That's a cool name. Why does she have such a cool name.
Fuuta is unfortunately not immune to his chuuni little heartstrings being tugged at. He'd been standing awkwardly after putting on the jacket, shoulders hunched and arms tucked in close in the typical 'I don't know what to do with my hands' posture, and when Zeta flashes him that thumbs up, well ... he might give an emphatic little huff through his nose, lips pursed and brow furrowed, but there's no mistake the little flush to his cheeks as he looks down at himself. The corners of his lips are quirked in a barely-suppressed smirk as he awkwardly shuffles his feet and looks away. ]
I mean. I guess this looks fine. Other than the stupid logo on the back. [ But he's still keeping it on, so he's clearly willing to let the logo slide. ] ... you usually work with fashion or something? Or is this just for fun for you.
[ 'looks fine' is probably one of the weakest compliments she's ever heard in her life, but coming from a grouchy guy who hasn't even smiled once this whole time? she'll take it as the highest praise. her turn to preen a little as she dives back into the racks for more options. ]
No way, I'd rather fight for a living. Way more exciting.
[ there's the rustle of clothes as she flips through the offerings, and then a low screech of metal as she loses her balance and accidentally pushes the rack forward a foot. whoops! ]
But it's important to always look your best no matter what you're doing, you know? You never know who you might meet, or where you might have to go afterwards. Plus, first impressions are always the most important.
a gift greater than any sexyman ... 😳
-- shit, sorry! [ Although it's rather mitigated by the fact that it's immediately followed with: ] Look, just -- get over here, okay?!
[ Said as he hastily grabs at her clothes, tugging at her to try and drag her into the shelter of the clothing racks where he is. The sound of footsteps coming from down the aisle, along with a staff member's call of 'what the heck was that noise?!' just has him tugging even more frantically. ]
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The quickly muttered apology paired with the mystery of the whole situation has her complying without too much further fuss; she might be rude and overly familiar sometimes, but she doesn't make a habit of dragging others into unwanted situations without very good reason. Plus if there's something bad enough out there to spook this guy into hiding, then it's probably something she should be paying attention to too.
She crouches quietly next to him with her arms wrapped around her knees behind all those hanging costumes, and it's only after the voices and footsteps fade away that she nudges the guy with one shoulder. ]
So are you gonna tell me what that was all about?
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Which is to say, Fuuta scrunches down quietly behind the rack of clothes as he listens to those footsteps tromp down the aisle, brow furrowed deeply and jagged teeth bitten into his lip as he holds his breath. And it's only once those footsteps have tromped away, probably out of earshot, that he gives little sigh. ]
Aah? [ He keeps his voice low, but there's still no neutralizing the shitty note to his voice when he responds. ] Isn't it obvious ... I just don't wanna get dragged into all this costume bullshit.
[ A pause before he looks away. Too bad it doesn't hide the way his cheeks pink a little. ]
I just tried to put on whatever, and they said if I don't come back with something se ... more revealing, they'd choose for me. Like hell I wanna deal with all that. And they'll nag at you in the same way, you know.
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She blinks once, then twice, and then lets out a peal of laughter still muffled by the endless drape of fabric in front of them. ]
Seriously? That's it?
[ Sorry to laugh at him but it really seems so silly. Here she'd been thinking that he'd gone and done something dangerous and was hiding from someone as a result, but all this time it'd been over something as small as not wanting to show off? She shifts a little, pulling an arm in so she can prop her chin in the palm of her hand as she eyeballs him. ]
I get not wanting to be forced into something other people want you to do, but there's nothing wrong with showing off a little.
[ Says area girl who custom ordered a skimpy bikini to show off her assets.
This close it's hard to see much of anything, especially with how tucked in they both are, but a cursory examination doesn't show anything too out of the ordinary. Maybe he's got a bunch of scars underneath that shirt of his? Or he doesn't think he's muscular enough? He does look a little...what's the word.... (Rin voice) twinky but there's no way to tell for sure. Whatever the case is though, she's sure that there's something out there that would both look good on him and satisfy the wants of the prowling film staff out there.
An idea hits her and she straightens, excitement creeping into her voice. ]
Hey, why don't I help you? I've got a lot of experience in picking out clothes that look good on someone, and I promise I'll find something that both fits you and makes you feel great. Plus we can't hide here forever...you don't want to be stuck here all day, right?
[ It's a win-win situation! ]
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did she just laugh at him.
Did she just laugh at him.
Fuuta promptly gives Zeta a look like she just slapped him in the face, deep offense written all over his face, before looking away with an emphatic huff. Too bad there's no way for him to hide how his face has gone red all the way up to the ears in his miffed embarrassment. As with many other young men, there is truly no greater torment for him than getting laughed at, and by a pretty girl no less. ]
Tch! Like you'd know where I'm coming from!
[ He might click his tongue loudly, but the way his voice lowers to a grumble makes it obvious he's more mortified than he is properly angry. Also: the fact that he scrunches up, pulling his legs up and burying his face in his knees, back fully shrimped so his figure's obscured by the drape of his baggy hoodie. ]
You can say that just 'cause you're a girl and you happen to look cute? [ He'd normally hem and haw more about saying a girl is cute out loud, except it's objectively true, and also his main point right now lies elsewhere. ] Getting all uppity just 'cause you were born lucky like that ... Bet you're just gonna make me look stupid so you can look better in comparison. Like I'd fall for that shit.
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What's that got to do with anything? If I look cute [ and she always does, thank you very much ] it's because I take the time and effort every morning to do my hair and makeup and pick out an outfit that looks good on me.
[ Despite the flash of annoyance though, her voice stays practical as she talks. ]
It's just like anything else. If you don't put the effort into something, you won't get the results you want.
[ With a quick exhale she rocks back onto her heels, and then pushes herself up back onto her feet and starts moving the costume racks aside. Sorry, no more hiding now that the pesky camera crews are gone. Besides, they have work to do.
Step one is to circle back to Fuuta, drop back down in front of him, and carefully inspect him up close. Like, six inches away from his face close. ]
You don't even look that bad anyway. Sure, you might not win the award for Cutest Guy of the Year, but I bet I could make at least one girl fall over her feet for you.
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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.
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I don't know...
[ Since he hasn't physically pushed her away yet, she sidles right back next to him again, reaching out to tug at his sweatshirt sleeve. ]
If you wanted to look good, you wouldn't be wearing things that make you look all shapeless. [ She lets go of the fabric, only to jab him in the small of his back with one finger. ] And you'd stand up straight!
[ Or...straighter....if he's already mostly all the way there. ]
There's a difference between trying hard and trying too hard, even though I'm not sure if you're trying at all. [ Ouch. But back to grabbing his sleeve she goes, tugging him along with her towards one of the racks she'd just pushed aside. ] So c'mon, just let me dress you this once. And if you really hate it, I promise I won't bother you again.
[ This is a Lie. ]
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I-it's not shapeless?!
[ Sidling back a half-step as he grips at the floppy sleeve of his hoodie in clearly defensive fashion. ]
It's made to be oversized. This kind of stuff works better for guys if they're not ... [ big and buff. ] It's supposed to be like that, alright?! I know what I'm doing.
[ Or at least, he thought he did! He's getting obviously self-conscious now that Zeta's tearing him a new one, and sneaks a glance down at himself with lips pursed and brow scrunched up. He's pretty sure dressing like this is the best way he's found to look decent, but now ... Though Fuuta does give an exasperated groan as he's tugged along towards the clothing racks, it's telling that he doesn't actually try to pull away this time. ]
I swear, if you're just saying that 'cause you want me to wear something stupid so you can laugh …
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Relax, Eyepatch. [ 'Eyepatch'?? ] I promise I won't laugh. [ More than a little, anyway. ] Vaseraga might tell you otherwise, but I'm really pretty nice.
[ Citation needed. But at least Fuuta's finally left to his own devices as she digs through the racks of clothing. Given that they were all brought up for the express purpose of film, the vast chunk of the outfits on display are overly gaudy, but she manages to fish out a jean jacket and toss it Fuuta's way. There's still a giant logo emblazoned on the back - COCK TIL YOU DROP, whatever that's supposed to mean - but at least the front's pretty nondescript. ]
If you put on a jacket over what you have right now, it'll add both extra texture and some extra width so you won't look as skinny.
[ Or so Google and various reddit threads have led me to believe. ]
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I have a name. It's Fuuta. Use that, unless you want me calling you ... Blondie.
[ 0 points for creativity.
But for all his griping, Fuuta does actually follow along after Zeta. One might get the sense that this isn't his first time getting bossed around by a girl -- the little brother energy. And when Zeta tosses him that jacket, he makes a face as he takes in the horrible logo on the back (what does it even mean???) and heaves a long-suffering sigh, but does wearily start putting it on. ]
Hey. You choose something too. [ It's said almost like an accusation as he tugs the jacket on and pulls the hems down straight; his hands automatically tuck into the pockets as his shoulders slouch with his usual bad posture. ] It's not fair if I'm the only one who has to wear some stupid outfit from here, so. You wear something, too.
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Not the first time someone's called me Blondie. But it's Zeta, actually.
[ But if he really wants to stick with 'Blondie' then he can go right away. Better 'Blondie' than 'Puppy' anyway....
She continues looking pleased as punch as he begrudgingly catches the jacket and tugs it on, beaming at him before offering him a thumbs up. From the front, the terrible logo hidden from view, he really is starting to look like a different person. ]
Lookin' good!
[ And maybe he won't think this is still some elaborate prank she's trying to pull on him. ]
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[ That's a cool name. Why does she have such a cool name.
Fuuta is unfortunately not immune to his chuuni little heartstrings being tugged at. He'd been standing awkwardly after putting on the jacket, shoulders hunched and arms tucked in close in the typical 'I don't know what to do with my hands' posture, and when Zeta flashes him that thumbs up, well ... he might give an emphatic little huff through his nose, lips pursed and brow furrowed, but there's no mistake the little flush to his cheeks as he looks down at himself. The corners of his lips are quirked in a barely-suppressed smirk as he awkwardly shuffles his feet and looks away. ]
I mean. I guess this looks fine. Other than the stupid logo on the back. [ But he's still keeping it on, so he's clearly willing to let the logo slide. ] ... you usually work with fashion or something? Or is this just for fun for you.
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No way, I'd rather fight for a living. Way more exciting.
[ there's the rustle of clothes as she flips through the offerings, and then a low screech of metal as she loses her balance and accidentally pushes the rack forward a foot. whoops! ]
But it's important to always look your best no matter what you're doing, you know? You never know who you might meet, or where you might have to go afterwards. Plus, first impressions are always the most important.