↳ ❖ 】This invitation unexpected, he couldn’t have guessed where his feet would stick. Couldn’t have the slightest air of her antics, or even mused for a face paler than his. She was blank, drawn by any situation you wrote her in. Frightened by her volatility, he bid to her for his own security, and let the story go as she wrote it. She draped him in silks and stuck petticoats around his waist, let frills tickle his knees and when she shook in disgust or disapproval, he threw them off of his shoulders behind her dark screen.
"Celes-san … Um. I-If I can ask a moment … Why am I-I wearing these dresses for you?”
The question that was spoken was completely ignored by her, continuing her work. She stepped back from him, bringing her thumb to her lips and scrutinized her work. Celestia knew, of course, the smaller boy wouldn't have a clue as to why he was here and quite frankly, neither did she. The other girls never would have agreed to this 'dress up session', as they'd call it. She simply invited him on a whim, not actually thinking he would show up and help her, but here he was being her doll and model. After a moment of judgement, she tsk'd.
"You're here because I needed to see which skirt and blouse go well together. You're here because I don't own a full length mirror and would very much like to see what it all looks like together. Though you by far not the same size."
