;frills+tailcoats (and terrifyingly high heels) {tenma}
Tenma was left staring at Taiyou in a suit, considering was certainly a new sight even for him but it didn’t look bad on him. What made the boy almost disappointing was the fact Haruka WAS right, the maid outfit had actually looked decent on him than the butler uniform would ever look on him.
"T…Thank you… though it’s a bit weird wearing this."
He couldn’t help but feel his cheeks grow hot at the obvious compliments being thrown at him about the maid uniform, if Aoi saw this it would mean a small teasing session from the girl. Luckily she wasn’t here at all and it was only Taiyou who seemed worried about the high heels.
They weren’t too bad, he’d live but not without a few incidents of tripping really as Tenma noticed Taiyou’s offered hand, leaning to realize why Taiyou was hired to be a butler. There was no way he could be that smooth to someone else! In fact it just made Tenma’s face feel that much hotter and the boy hesitantly took a hold of Taiyou’s hand.
"Thank you Taiyou—" But before Tenma could take one step, the boy made the first blunter of tripped right into Taiyou’s arms into a hug, face right onto Taiyou’s chest. The boy was left stiff until he quickly jolted away from Taiyou with a meek smile, "I guess I need work on these heels."
"You think?" Tilting his head ever-so-slightly, he blinked. He couldn't really see why it was weird; though then again, he spent most of his time in a hospital, so some social norms were vaguely alien to him.
Smiling gently, he held onto the brunette's hand dependably and blinked again as he fell into his chest. Laughing gently, he carefully helped him back onto his feet. "Heh, no problem! Do you need practice....?" Noting how the brunette was almost his height in those heels, he smiled, took his hand, and slowly began walking him over towards the chairs in the corner of the room. "Or do you want to sit down...?"
High heels looked painful and worrying - and once there was a woman that had come to the hospital after tripping in them and breaking her foot, and since that happened, the orange-haired boy knew to be careful with the shoes. Still holding both the boy's hands, he gestured for him to sit down in the chairs.
"It'd be bad if you got too into it and couldn't play soccer anymore, right? Maybe we should adjust your shoes so your feet slip less."












