damien waits ever so patiently for her input, the demon’s yellow eyes shifting nervously between her and the paper he’s offered to her, clearly worried about assumptions. a part of him tells him this was a terrible idea and now someone’s gonna find out and try to bully the shit out of him. not that it would work, because he’d kick their ass, but the thought is surprisingly rational for someone who was 21. the other part is just glad he might’ve found someone to talk about one of his side hobbies.
well, by side hobby, he supposes that he just comes up with the design and hopes to have someone make it for him, seeing as he focuses all his time and effort into styling hair and practicing his makeup skills. but hey, there’s a first time for everything !
“ y’think so ? ” damien glances over it and hums. if he’s going to be using this dress for drag, maybe he’ll need something that’s light and breezy, nice and easy to wear for a good period of time without bothering his skin, something that doesn’t itch … (yup. fuck lace.) the demon finally hums. “ could try some proper silk for flow. or maybe egyptian cotton. or, maybe, something that’ll let the fabric sit comfortably right … there. ”
he points to the side of the dress design, where it has a split down the side with a bow sitting on the hip. there’s a small pause.
“ i’ve uh, been working on this for a while now. yeah. woulda showed my dads or something, but uh, not sure if they’d be able to give me any solid advice. ” the demon takes a deep breath. “ don’t fucking tell anyone, yeah ? or i might have to come bash you after school. this shit’s not something i need everyone to know about. ”
“ Well... I- I don’t know much about fashion, so I’m not really qualified to give any advice there. But if it’s artistic insight you need, y- you’re always welcome to ask. ”
Though the cyclops made it a point to tread very lightly around Damien, seeing this new side of him certainly put things into perspective. She almost felt special, in a way, that he elected to seek her out for advice. Of course, she quickly swatted that thought away before it could be allowed to fester.
Regardless, Iris didn’t think she’d mind if this became a sort of regular-ish thing, maybe. Especially if it meant Damien would spend more time talking about art and fashion, and less time setting things on fire. Though she would concede that pyromania could, in and of itself, be considered artistic expression in a way. As long as she wasn’t on the receiving end.
“ Ah-- ” she swallowed thickly. Now there was the attitude she was more accustomed to. Yet even as he threatened her, she couldn’t help but notice there was just a little less bite to it than normal. The hostility was still there, but it came off as slightly more... Defensive than normal.
Quickly, she put her hands up in assurance.
“ I won’t tell anyone, I promise! ” she waved her hands a bit, the faintest hint of a sheepish smile pulling at her lips. “ Y- you don’t have to worry about that. Really... And, y’know, I really do think it looks good... Um, if you want, I have some books on shading and coloring I can lend you. ”
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