It's like night rn so uh have the beginning of a BlueSlushie fic based on the beach outfit i gave Bombón bc creative juices flowed through me-
“Rook, how's this one?” She asked, running her hands along the intricate sleeves of her coverup.
“Reine des Guimauves, while you do look absolutely magnificent in that, you must understand that Monsieur Spade does not care what you show up in!” Rook said with a flick of his wrist, a smile on his face. “He admires your inner beauté, your éclat éblouissant~!”
Bombòn knew deep down Rook was right, but what if he was wrong? What if Deuce SAID it looked good but actually hated it? What if she lost her chance with him for-
“Rook, I know you're trying to help, but I really need some concrete input.” She sighed, flattening the coverup.
“I could offer some advice if needed~” Lysander hummed, lying on one of the lounge couches. Bombòn rolled her eyes, turning to the cat beastman.
“YOU want to offer me advice? Aren't you still pining after the prefect?”
Lysander's ears flattened, and his tail flicked in irritation. “FASHION advice, Blizzard, FASHION. ADVICE.” He accentuated. Rook stiffled a chuckle as Bombón shrugged. “Well alright, shoot then.”
“Well, as I wanted to state ORIGINALLY- You should lose the solid coverup and go for a simple colored swimsuit.” He started, getting up to circle Bombón. “Then, add a see-through wrap around your waist, a nice ombre would suffice, and maybe you could add some half sleeves, same ombre sheen over your arms.”
Bombón blinked, nodding along with the vision. She could see it.. it didn't look half bad in her head. She was kind of jealous that she didn't think of it first. It just had to be the spoiled cat, sigh..
“Now what else, what else.. augh, there's so much you could add.. flowers in your braids, a thin bow, sunglasses..” Lysander mused, his large tail swishing behind him as his mind experimented.
“Ah, Votre vision est absolument magnifique, Monsieur le chat bleu~! The colors, the layering, it all sounds divine!” Rook said flamboyantly, raising a hand in reverence.
“Rook is right, I never guessed you'd come up with that.” Bombón teased, causing Lysander to prickle again. “Oh-! Take my advice, or don't! What do I care if my excellence is appreciated!!” Lysander scoffed, turning his nose up as he walked off.
Rook and Bombón exchanged a laugh. Bombòn looked over her swimsuit again, considering Lysander's fashion talk. She could request for some time to go into town…
