Hakata Tonkatsu Ramens nonsense (BanLin, I guess)
"Say, Lin-chan, how do you feel about trying something new?"
Soft grey fabric unfurled from Lin's hands as he put the bag down on the table again.
"Not my style," he stated after a quick glance at it.
"'That was the hope," said Banba with a serene smile, and took the dress in order to hold it up against Lin's frame. "Oginome Hikaru-san wants to know if her husband’s mistress is after his money. I need you to make friends."
"I don't want to make friends with Oginome Hikaru-san."
"No, with Hida-san, the mistress. Oginome-san's husband has booked a romantic getaway at Fujigoko. Oginome-san thought it would be a good chance to find out."
"Oh no," said Banba, and handed Lin the dress, "I’m just investigating. Oginome-san worries her husband will be swindled. If Hida-san isn't going to cause trouble, she's prepared to let him carry on. It'll be a lot more convincing for me to make friends with them if I'm also on a romantic getaway. Try it on."
“The hotel better be good," Lin muttered as he strode into Banba's bathroom to change.
The fabric was soft and light, the working clearly expensive. The colour was subtle, the length modest, the neckline absolutely respectable as it would hide his just-too-sharp clavicle.
The hotel is great," Banba informed him, and Lin startled at the feeling of the zipper being expertly tugged.
Six months ago, he’d have a knife against the throat of any fool who pulled his zipper without being explicitly asked, but he’d been domesticated enough to turn his back to Banba without any blades within reach.
