{ ♛ } princess

and we'll never be royals—                             it doesn't run in our blood. { affiliated with citta alveare. } gerome was here severa is a loser donttouchmysevera -stahl

[messerre]

let's go on a date...date

[messerre]

     It’s like her to care about her figure, and while he wasn’t going to lie and claim that there wasn’t any figure to care about, it wasn’t as if one Oreo was going to harm her somehow… Wasn’t the point of festivals indulging in things? He lives for short-term gratification, but for her, he supposes, it’s different somehow. And he’s probably supposed to respect that (he does, but it’s not as if he’ll show it openly), but he shrugs a bit, outwardly.

     He purveys what the stand has to offer, and it just seems to be fried versions of various items, from fruits to vegetables, sweets, the like. Viridian flits over the price tag, and it doesn’t seem to cost too much, either, so he’s more than willing to sample a few.

     ”What the fuck is deep fried soda?” He doesn’t bother hiding his surprise, glancing at her (and the direction which she points) incredulously, but he isn’t sure if what she was talking about was real or not… He doesn’t know the first step that one would take in deep-frying soda. ”Alright, I’ll take half a plate. You should have some, too; it’s not like you have a figure to care about, anyway.” Oops, was it too late to go back on his word?

[severaly]

Well not many people could gain a figure like hers, she took great pride in it since some people just did not care. Kjelle was one of them, not knowing how to be a proper lady and a proper one would never eat something such as this. Of course, people would eat as much as they could when it came to things like this. People enjoyed festivities and would grace themselves in all sorts of delicacies. Now for Severa, she had to make sure she took care of herself. No one else wasn't going to and it's not like the air would keep her figure looking like a figure eight.

"How about you tell me? You know more about this than me." Rolling her eyes as she pointed at the name tag to grasp his attention. The item was settled inside a cup, almost like funnel cake, but maybe it tasted like whatever they chose. "It's not that pricey but you could try it.. they have Pepsi.. Mountain Dew.." She wasn't that much into sodas as well, maybe she needed to enjoy more in life. Requesting one cup as she heard the other's voice, the female raised her brow at his comment.

"...Excuse you?" She stared at him, the look on her face was almost as if she was stressed. "Did you just.. call me fat? Hello?" Out of all the things he had to say, a huff leaving from her lips as she was close to commenting about him. Though, if he wanted to play these games, the female held the cup and picked up a half of a plate of the deep fried oreos, handing them to him. Well, when he wound up sick, she wasn't going to be the one taking care of him.

[messerre]

let's go on a date...date

[messerre]

     ”Yeah, you did. I’m sure of it.” While the promise had been something unspecific and pledged several months ago, what matters is that it still applies here, and that this trip falls under it. He’s surprised to hear her suggest that she’d want to buy him something, though he knows better to trust, to believe; she’d probably take it back anyway. Additionally, a gift bought with one’s own money isn’t necessarily a gift to begin with… Nonetheless, he knows better than to argue with her; he thinks he’ll outsmart her later down the road, so for now he consents, to her bad spending habit.

     Regardless, he lifts his head, drawing his attention to the nearest stand; it seems to sell small, fried food items, a delicacy — though he’d have to approach closer to check out its contents. The scent of sizzling oil is oddly appealing, and to an empty stomach, anything smells delicious at this point. He jerks his head to the side, indicating that they should head over there, but he tugs her hand along before she has time to answer his question. ”Look… There’s food over there. We should start out with something to eat, huh? Do you suppose they’d have deep fried Oreos?”

[severaly]

He was right and by holding a sharp memory which to her felt as if-- if she said one thing, she was pretty sure he would bring it back up sooner or later. Crossing her arms as she stared around the vicinity, the people who walked back and forth and enjoying the festival with others. It was such a nice time to others from how she could see, within the darkness that shrouded around them but the lights that were hanging about gave her enough of a view to see what happiness was labeled upon their features. Of course, she's visited her fair share of little festivals and hot springs and known it was a common thing for others to be excited.

Noticing that the other had headed towards a stand (which she had no choice but to notice from the fact at the connection of their hands, she gripped his own), she followed after to see what they would have available. Some of the items, she couldn't actually tell what it was but having been here for awhile, she's acquired some of the more common knowledge of how to get by. Now Severa had the body of a goddess and well, she knew what oreos were by now but having them fried, wouldn't that put on a few pounds on her end. Not her ass, if one was thinking.

"Seems like it, they have deep fried soda." Using her free hand to point at the end of the stand where the Oreos were placed, "Did you want half a plate. I'm sure you wouldn't want all the weight going to your gut. Not many people can get a decent figure." She was only kidding.

[messerre]

let's go on a date...date

     Rare it was that he found an opportunity to partake in — or to enjoy — festivals as commonplace as these, though much has changed in several months, he finds. The sector is alive with warm lights and the wafting scent of various food items all blending together in a surprisingly pleasing aroma. A soft laugh emits, before he presses his hand against hers, clearly intending to pull her along, if only for tonight. After all, festivities are more exciting when spent with other people, no?

     The night is dark, though everything is lit up rather nicely, with stalls lining the sides of the vicinity. Flocks of people move to and fro, flitting from stand to stand, and even from the entrance, he can reason out what items and activities that certain stalls hold. He then turns to the side, addressing the person next to him, who he’d managed to convince to follow along.

     ”Come on. You promised, didn’t you?” But promises are shallow to him and but a mere play of sugar on his tongue, but they’re good blackmail, that’s what he finds. “My, after everything you did for me, I think this one’ll be my treat, alright?” He smiles (it’s crooked, befitting), tilts his head to the side in a convincing manner. “But don’t buy anything too expensive.”

[severaly]

The female was pretty high standing from where she was, always wanting to do the things that she enjoyed and if she had to go with someone. Though, there wasn't anyone else that she would find herself attending with. Only one person that she deemed worthy of even doing things for and either way, she would find herself wrapped up in this festival anyway. The male's voice makes her close her eyes and with a shake of her head.

"Did I.." A hand raised as she tapped her chin lightly with her index finger, thinking if she had actually promised this. This was an every other time sort of thing, wasn't it. Which she didn't mind, it was how they worked and what was more beneficial for them. Lowering her hand, she looked up at the other and contemplated what all this could have been about, why a festival all of a sudden. She still didn't trust the caretakers of this city but she knew she wasn't going anywhere sometime soon.

"I did, I really did so I guess I could do this-- this time. But don't just expect I don't know when I should get you something. It's not that hard. And if i want it to be expensive-- it will be expensive." Though some people saw that as a way to buy less things when they purchased highly priced items, but that wasn't what she was thinking of doing. This was naturally her bad spending habit. "Not like any of this stuff is worth my time in buying, hmph!"

[messerre]

     Well, from what he’s seen, she does seem to enjoy putting others through a certain degree of trouble; he recalls well the not-so-long-ago recent memories of trips to various locations, from the fateful meet at the store, then the brief shopping trip to the card store. “Ah, well.” He taps a finger thoughtfully, tilting his head upwards. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Have you tried it before?” But of course, he speaks in jest. Maybe.

     He lifts it off with one tug, resting the fabric lightly on his forehead as the scene unfolds before him, though at first, the primary reaction that it elicits from him is a raised eyebrow. To say that he wasn’t expecting something along the lines of a cake would be inaccurate, but one as large as this is not so feasible. His jaw drops, and he stares silently, eyes wide.

     (But, not all cakes are made for just eating.) Extending a fingertip forward, he swipes frosting onto his hand, then licks it off, giving the cake a taste; it seems fine, nothing out of the ordinary, aside from its size. Just then, an idea strikes him - he repeats the motion, but this time, he reaches to smear it onto her cheek, and laughs lightly when he succeeds.

[severaly]

Maybe her silence was enough to answer that question, the reddish tint that came to her cheeks at the idea was too much. Closing her eyes and rejecting the possibility wasn't what she wanted to have her lingering in. Thoughts like that were better left to those who would enjoy something like that. Not like she wouldn't.. These situations weren't what she would find herself in. Easily avoided,

"That's not the main concern..! You have something more important to worry about." She signaling to the cake on the table. Time and effort placed into that creation and because of that, she was sure that he better had eaten every last piece and made sure none of it became had inedible. Some people weren't too fond of the icing that would well, become hard and the texture wasn't appealing if it felt like that. Seeing his surprise was enough for her, she deserved to see such a disbelief run across her features. 

Eyes closed with a proud nod, she was very happy with herself on the matter. Even in her moment where she was giving herself credit, the action that was done brought her vision back to see what it was. Oh, did he think this was funny? Wasting her hard work in such a manner, wiping it off and taking a step towards him with the index finger pointed towards, "Food is meant to be set on a plate not a person-- You know what, don't be rebellious, you have to eat it all!" Words set as she looked at the creme substance on her finger. Using her free hand to wipe away whatever she had missed, she lightly licked it away without any worries.

[messerre]

     ”Really… Blindfolding me like this - are you into this sort of kink?” He smiles, the corners of his eye creasing underneath the piece of cloth, teasing at her gently while full-well knowing the sort of indignant reaction he would get. He thinks it cute, actually - he can imagine the tint her cheeks would have, the bossy way she would shout at him to stop, to shut up, to quit it, and to follow her (none of which he would listen to in his right mind, of course), but it’s all the more amusing to fluster her on purpose. ”Haha, just kidding.”

     Slipping off of the couch, he does as she says, following the source of her voice. He knows his way around his own apartment well enough to refrain from bumping into the occasional coffee table or wall, even, though he slips up here and there, accompanying each toestub with an obligatory expletive. He’s curious, to see what she has in store for him, and while he rarely follows orders from just anyone, she should be flattered, from even his joke compliance.

     She mutters out some sort of halt, and he concedes, stopping in his tracks and reaching out to the side, finding the wall that he expects, and leaning against it. “We’re here, huh? Now show me,” he pulls at the blindfold, slipping a finger between cloth and cheek and tugging it. “-what you dragged me here for.”

[severaly]

A kink. The thought was.. quite something. Did she seem like the type who was into the pleasure of being partially crippled from their sight or doing it for others. Hopefully not, and would signal a sort of protest from her. "Where would you get an idea like that!? I'm not into sick things. Ugh." Of course, her words would always hold a sort of negative tone within them to show that she was serious. But even then, it was easy to tell she did not see it coming.

Now, Severa would have to look back to see if he was following. There were some people who could hardly remember the certain things set within their house. If something was removed, would they notice it or go on with their daily lives in such a way. Though this was different since walls didn't move so seeing that he held a few slip ups was nice to see.

The destination granted, the female had taken out her time to do this for him. This actually meant working a bit of over time. Upon the table, because Severa a very serious person when it came to things like this. A 12 x 18 size cake laid there upon the table, it was shown that a lot of time was taken into this pastry. The way it was designed to the various colors that littered around the icing. "Hmm I'd rather you taste it than just look at it." A smile finding it's way upon her lips, possibly by the time he's able to remove the blindfold.

[severaly]

The last one, the last one that she had to deal with. Clearing her throat had she leaned in and clicked her tongue as she evaluated his clothes. "The jacket."

Pointing to it to catch the males attention, "It has to go."

[severaly]

Taking into consideration of the times they were in, the female gave a sigh as she shook her head from left to right. Having to deal with people's clothing choices was going to be the end of her.

"And.. you. Who told you that scarf was okay with that coat. Have you no shame.."

[severaly]

"As much as I hate to say it.." She tapped her chin lightly as she stared at the others clothing. Nothing has changed.. in such a long time.

"You're still wearing those ugly pants. Ugh.. why.."

[messerre]

    “Oh, should I be grateful for that?” A soft smirk is revealed, as a mock, makeshift bow is offered, before he speaks further, finding this sort of falsified anger to be downright cute, in a way… And there’s no harm in joking back, and trying to summon that blush once more. ”Then thank you, my dearest Severa.”

     Her demand surprises him, as he tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes, feigning contemplation upon his bare schedule. “Nah, I didn’t have anything planned today… But you were the one sitting on my couch, in case you don’t quite remember.” Despite his words, he doesn’t press her further; plus, there’s another situation that begs his attention.

     ”Hmm— what’s this?” Looking at the piece of cloth apprehensively, he crosses his arms, imitating her pose. ”Alright, alright, I’ll do it. But put it on me first, then lead the way.”

[severaly]

Crossing her legs as if she held a superior air, it was quickly ruined by the male's words had she flustered slightly. Who told him his words could get to her like this, running a shiver down her spine and bringing her features to darken more than she would have liked. There were things that made Severa go off the deep end or rather, make her feel as if she was going to die from a heart attack. Looking the other way,

"Cut it out, I'm not here to play around! This is serious." She stated, finally getting to her feet after believing that the temperature had calmed. Being imitated wasn't what she was looking for, but ah well, she wouldn't complain just yet. Walking so that she stood behind the couch, she could only frown that he was making her do all the work. Not like she didn't enjoy it, placing the fabric around his head and making sure to tie it so that he couldn't see anything else.

"Hmph! Rather than lead you, why don't you just follow the sound of my voice!?" That was netter than anything.

[severaly]

my kinky friend that blindfolds men

looks to the lord.............................

looks to naga..

I BLINDFOLD A GUY ONE TIME!!!!!!!! AND IM KINKY!?!?!?

[messerre]

     Not that he’d minded in the least. Truly, it wasn’t anything important. In the end, he found such celebrations to be a hassle. After all, what point was there in indulging within the same sorts of festivities every year? At least… that’s what he’d thought.

     He doesn’t mind that she invites herself into his apartment a few weeks later than the marked date itself; and the way she rustles and fidgets in an otherwise silent apartment indicates her presence, so it doesn’t take him that long to meet her in the living room, sitting next to her on the couch.

     ”And if I told you I was?” He meets her gaze levelly for a moment, before closing his eyes, turning his head to the side to chuckle. “What brings you here, Severa?”

[severaly]

It isn't that hard to understand what she must be here for but since this being a few weeks passed, it could be something different. Her arms crossed before her waist, a frown visible on her lips. "Hm." A light hum as she leaned forward and raised her brow, "Well, I'm here to spend my time," which he should be honored, "with you unlike some people." The female praising the other as good company was there.

"Anyway. If you have plans, cancel. Your day is with me now." Her fingers tapping against her skin. "To spend that day with me should be filled with joy besides.. It's not like I want to be here." Maybe she did, well, she did or she would have no came in the first place.

"But for now." Pulling out a blindfold, "I need your full and undivided attention. How about wearing this. And don't get any funny ideas...!"

[severaly]

Late. That's what Severa believed this to be. Belated.

Placing her hands down on the back of the couch, the female dug her nails into fabric but not enough to officially make a tear. She was probably going to be kicked out his apartment one day if her visits entailed messing up furniture. A sigh leaving from her mouth, Severa always remembered the important events. Though, maybe she had been too busy to remember one the ones that marked a very special day for someone. How did someone of her caliber overlook this, she was upset with herself but only a bit.

"Tell me you aren't busy."

[severaly]

Feeling... Sassy.

[messerre]

     It is one of the rare times that he obeys orders from someone that isn’t his immediate superior, spinning on his heel several times for her to admire. From the corner of his eye, he watches her expression; how her eyes widen with amazement and her mouth hangs open at the right level of impressed and awed brings a soft smile to his lips. To him, she’s rather simple, consisting of few surprises and mainly just loud noises, but there is something interesting about her— and for that reason, he decides that he’ll humor her for a bit longer.

     ”I’ll have to agree with you on that. This isn’t half-bad, girl.” He nods contently, lining his fingertips with the edges of his jacket and tugging forward, lightly adjusting its position on his shoulders. It was unlike any outfit he had seen; but then again, what time did one have to go looking for outfits when uniforms were the primary mode of dress? With a slight wink, he adds, “It might just be me making this whole outfit look better, you know.” Though, if he put to use what he’s found out about her since this brief trip, he assumes that she’ll deny it.

     And that was fine. He had all the time in the world, anyway.

     He laughs when she shoves him away, hastily setting his foot back to secure his footing against the ground so that he wouldn’t trip backwards. He leans against the doorframe of the changing room, aligning its upper arm against its surface. ”But I wanted to see that cute little reaction, Severa. How else was I supposed to drag it out of you?” 

     He’s come across people like this in his line of work all the time, the ones who overwork them expressions over the tiniest of things; they were usually the most irritating, and met their deaths most quickly. But he finds it impossible to associate her in this clump of people, and so, he refrains from doing so. How odd, for her to believe that the basis of his words was for clothes… ”Mmn, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m pretty good at picking out my own clothes, thank you.” His response is curt, and casual, as he dusts off a stray speck of dust from the black fabric of his sleeve.

     ”But I was thinking, not just for clothes, but for… fun?” He proceeds cautiously, now, minding his wording. ”It’s just a one time thing, anyway. It won’t be anything risque, not unless you want it to be. So what do you say? Will you agree to meet me a second time?”

[severaly]

The whole idea of this outing was to get something for someone else, she did not believe that it would include anything more. Actions stated and words said so all of this could go the way she wanted, purchasing out of her wallet so that things in the end would go to her favor. Typically, Severa wouldn't have did anything like this for anyone, but, when it came to someone like Noire, she was willing to budge. This day did not entail for her to meet someone rather tedious, level-headed and holding such a big ego. Though, there were people who were worth her time and people who weren't, placing Proton under a category was easy. The fact that he held the qualities that didn't turn the female off in the slightest like others.

At this moment, dealing with him would become trouble but it's not like she was scared of people like him. Hands on her hips as she took a step back, listening to his claim. She'd be ready to push him far away if need be if he was up to something but all he wanted was some time spent with her, maybe he should have thought about that before trying to gain a 'cute reaction;' in which she was displeased she allowed one to slip. A frown upon her features to show she wasn't the happiest person in the world because she wasn't, she was a bit irritated but when wasn't she? Tapping a hand on her side as she started thinking.

Dark hues stared down onto the other, wanting to catch a trace of maybe held back laughter or a sign to see if he was joking. One could tell a lot about a person by their actions and being a mercenary, in her field, she had to watch her opponent and dodge if there was a reaction that could end her life. Not many people would understand unless they were in her disposition, but all she needed was the Shepherds to agree and that was it. Everyone was like an enemy in a sense, now it was the fact of would she let this man be an ally or not.

Fun. Not like Severa needed it! Her days have been slightly boring, well not when was with certain people but.. biting down on her bottom lip, giving her thoughts on it. Would it be fine? Just one more little measly meeting and if that one didn't work, she could just turn away and act like she never met him. Whatever he believed to be 'fun,' she believed she would find out soon if she went along with it. Placing her hands together and with a roll of her eyes, admitting defeat. "Hmph, you only got this second time. I don't have time for just anyone, you know!" The look she held on her features was true to the cause, as if she was threatening him to give her a good time. "Besides, you have good taste, you should be able to give a girl like me a wonderful time. Who wouldn't?" A little praise for herself.

[severaly]

it's going down, we're yellin' timber

[messerre]

     ”Oh, honey…” He gently traces her chin with the end of a gloved finger, tipping her face upwards to look at his. “I don’t demand for what I want, no. Demanding, as scary as you try to make it sound… it’s just really ‘asking’ for something from another person. Aha, that’s not the game I play.” Spinning in a circle on his heel, he suddenly turns back towards her. ”I make them grovel at my feet by any means necessary. Hearing them beg for their lives… That’s the kind of shit I fucking live for. Gross, isn’t it?” A sharp, harsh laugh is barked out, as he sighs the remainder of his laughter out.

     As much as he claims that surprise never gets the best of him, he is caught off-guard as she clasps his hand, and rather forcefully, too— as if she didn’t want to let go, and a strange mis-beat runs through his heart and courses through his veins, as he suddenly becomes all-too aware of his breathing— in, out, in, out— and his proximity to her. He takes a moment to recollect himself, and it is only for the briefest of seconds that he loses his composure— but he’s sure that she’s caught it.

     Eyes soften in their expression as he practically purrs, his gaze resting upon her hand. “Ah, how forward of you…” A thumb brushes over the back of her hand softly, as he hums, faintly, in contemplation; it is not within his intention to let her hand go, despite her back-up threats. He keeps his hand intertwined with hers the rest of the way there, even going through the liberty of swinging it gently. It isn’t very far to their local card store, where a variety of greeting cards are offered for perusal. His steps come to a halt, however, when he reaches the doorway.

     ”What are we supposed to do now…?” A question is uttered to himself, more than anything, and he releases her hand from his, now, raising a finger to brush back stray, verdant bangs from his face. ”Say, I’ve never done anything this nice for anyone before. Even before, I’ve always left the card-getting to one of my many underlings… So if you could, kinda.. prompt me along, help me out, I’d appreciate it a lot.”

[severaly]

Contemplating her decisions, she was a Shepherd, now this wasn't what any of them were about. So hearing things like this spoken so casually, though he had all his rights to speak in such a manner though the proper placement of his finger against her chin in such a manner, she would have smacked it away (gently.. maybe) but luckily the other was fast enough to remove it himself. Now if he believed he was getting away with that, if he truly thought that was 'OK.' he surely thought wrong. People with their opinions, what was right and wrong, this place held no sense of law against that, did it? Either way, as much as it brought the female to be a bit instilled with fear, it was going to be that way wasn't it? The tone he had stated this in. At times it was unbelievable but then.. then again, it just didn't matter.

"You know, there's no need talking about that at all. You're with me and I'm not going to listen to that the entire way." She could have just dragged him a long, but he did have such a big ego. It was a type of confidence not many people had so seeing that he knew what he wanted. Though, in her little actions, she was surprised to see that he didn't even take his hand away. The way he acted over such a small thing allowed the female to close her eyes, taking in how promising the event was for the moment. Even bringing a smile onto her features, only if it was just for a second; this was something she was taking in.

The stroke of his finger against her skin, to even moving their arms as they walked. She was almost sure that this had to be a joke, him.. allowing something like this? As much as she didn't find it embarrassing but listening to him did she speak up once more, "What.." She had to get her priorities in order, "No.. well someone had to be forward, there's no sense in just waiting for someone to make the first move, right?" Right. If she wanted to get something done, she had to do it herself. "Now don't go thinking anything!" Then again, what was he suppose to think? Nice going Severa, what a smoove move.

Once they had gotten to the entrance, at the moment that Proton had went about retracting his hand. At first, Severa hadn't actually budged to release him until realization hit her in the face showing that they had no need to hold each other's hands anymore. Truth be told, she really didn't want to let go but would she ever voice that, possibly not. It could have been because from how warm he was and things of that matter but her thoughts came to an end as he spoke to her, questioning on what was he suppose to do now. Was he truly asking someone who had no idea of modern times, well modern as this got. Taking in how he stated his request, genuine and such, "Do I have to do everything for you?" Sure, that could have came out way better but, she just couldn't allow it.

"Well first, we're going to go inside. Then you find what you think is best for me, now if I go in there and pick my own card I might as well make myself my own Valentine. But since you always seem to know what you want and how to get it, why don't you get me the best thing." A wink given towards him as she quickly walked towards the door once someone was coming out just for her to pass by them to get inside, once that was done and facing the glass window had she waved her hand in order to signal for him to follow as well.

[severaly]

Feeling... Sassy.

[messerre]

     Eyes are rolled sarcastically as he flips the hat back onto the vertical accessory rack, adjusting its position once it lands. "You’re the one making it a problem. What’s it to you, anyway?” He bites his lip in mild frustration as he turns back towards her; his tone is edgy and sharp as he squints in her direction. Though, he wouldn’t press if she insisted that she didn’t, not wanting to ruffle her entirely. After all, despite the bickering, as well as her bizarre, touchy personality, he was still finding this to be somewhat of an, oddly enough, fascinating outing. 

     He watches as she rummages through a rack of denim jeans, shoving away this from that, noting her satisfactory taste in fashion. As they were all of the slender sort (the baggier ones tended to fit rather loosely on his thin frame), he waits patiently until she finally unhooks a hanger from the overstuffed rack and hands it to him. And as she begins to inquire about a changing room, he places his hand lightly on her shoulder, murmuring that he’s already a step ahead of her, as he slips into a nearby empty changing room, expecting her to wait somewhere outside.

     ”Hey, hey.” He waves her over with a soft call, and a light, inwards curl of his finger. The other one holds the remainder of the curtain in front of him, shielding a good portion of him from view. “C’mere for a second.” Once she approaches, he allows the rest of the drapery to fall, revealing a nice outfit: a dark shirt, the one he started with, the fur-lined hoodie overcoat that she’d pointed out to him earlier, and a set of black jeans, with a studded belt outlining its waist. Overall, he finds it nice, and notes her good taste in fashion. Once she walks closer, he dips his head a little, placing lips next to her ear, to whisper softly. ”Do you think this looks nice? I might wear it, for, you know.” He grins a little, hopes she will agree with his unspoken request. ”Our second outing. Certainly, you don’t think this is the last time I’ll ever want to see you?”

[severaly]

Oh. Well, it was better off that way wasn't it, not that she was offended that the other already knew which way to go. It was possibly obvious that Severa lacked something and that was the knowledge of modern time. It was slightly embarrassing to her but this was her fate, wasn't it? It was a push or shove lifestyle and if she wanted to understand, she'd have to push herself or shove other's out the way to learn. This deep thought was only brought from how the other showed her where the changing rooms were. Now, it was correct of her to shoo the other on to go change as she thought about his words of prior, did he think he was funny. She wasn't causing any sort of problems at all, though it was hard for people to understand that.

Now, as she thought about the situation they were in, the female with the click of her tongue, turned around to check something. The people that wandered back and forth within the store drowned out her curiosity, seeing who was with who and what people's choices were. It was a sad day when she noticed someone picking up a plaid shirt, oh, she was not so fond of that. Voices being heard as she turned to see who was calling out to her. The voice led her back towards the changing room, a cross of her arms before her as she leaned forward.

Was there a surprise, the way he hid behind the curtain, a brow raised as she finally came to a stop and at the exact same time did the curtain slowly drop down. What she was shown had taken her aback just a bit, it really did look good on him. Leaning up correctly and hands finding their way on her waist, "Well look at you." Her voice laced with a promising tone, liking what she was able to see. Even asking him to turn around to get a whole view of the outfit. "I don't want to say I've outdone myself but, this is the best I've ever seen."

Another step forward just to admire how the clothes looked perfect on the other. She was absolutely thrilled that her picky nature was able to do some good though, the moment she went to silence and warm air brushing against her ear, words speaking a request that brought the female to lightly-- lightly place her hands on the male's chest and push a bit of distance between them. It wasn't something she was expecting or to hear, to be honest. Her cheeks were only a bit crimson from his words, "One, you didn't have to be that close to ask and two, what do you need to see me for!? Anyway.. anyway. You don't need me to help you with your clothes all the time. Ugh." Looking off to the side, the female could not allow herself to fall for such things, besides, who did she look like meeting up with a stranger every now and then?

[mangiato]

“Eh… Those are kind of tight, I don’t think I’ll be able to wear those around outside either!” He waves off the… leggings? and holds up a new pair.

“Maybe this? It’s pretty airy, looks kind of comfortable, don’t you think?”

[severaly]

She did not KNOW what those were, but she was distressed. Staring at them before closing her eyes to reject what she had seen.

"No no no! This would probably bring out your body a bit more than everything else. You should try them on."

[mangiato]

“Right, right. Maybe I just like your company, y’know? Haha, I’ll take your word for it! So something green? How about this!” please stop this fashion disaster

[severaly]

Staring at the capris, the female shook her head. Too many colors were going on, her eyes hurting from how bright. Even Stahl's hair was darker than that disaster.

"Kinda bright? Don't you think? How about this, it screams.. mew-och, but a little better than what you chosen, how about it?"