2025/Not Distress, Dat Dress

Not Distress, Dat Dress
Date of Scene:	27 October 2024
Location:	Dorms #2
Synopsis:	When Koji comes home to Usagi and Mamoru playing with the Luna Pen, his utter done-ness with the two of them results in an impromptu two-person fashion show in Usagi's room. Then there are makeouts.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Usagi Tsukino, Koji Silvia

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
It's late o'clock, and Mamoru was out fighting a youma and then checking on Pulp Noir when Usagi was hardcore distressed and Tuxedo Mask got a Sailor Moon Is Calling With Her Very Soul, She Needs Help Badly ping, and well...

"...and that is absolutely enough trigonometry for the night," Mamoru sighs, slouching against the wall where he's sitting on his bed next to his desk, where Usagi's set up with her math textbook, a notebook, and a tablet with Mamoru's notes from last year on it.

He takes his glasses off and then opens one eye. "But it's tomorrow from yesterday," he says with a slow grin, opening the other eye and sitting up again. "Koji's due back soonish. We can mess around with it for a while since tomorrow's Sunday, if you want to stay up late... Sailor Moon could princess carry me off, even..."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
It's late o'clock, and Usagi has spent the day battling the forces of evil, alright - the forces of mathematics for tenth graders. Who decided people needed to learn trig, anyway?

Luckily, she has a boyfriend who's not only incredibly smart, but finished 10th grade already! She can truly reap the benefits of his hard labor! Sure, Ami-chan could help too, but Ami-chan understood math in a way that was so natural, so comprehensive, so readily knowledgeable, that it was hard for her to dumb it down enough for Usagi, sometimes.

Mamochan didn't have that problem. Mamochan had been the very first to help her understand the harder subjects in school... which was honestly, like all of them.

And now, that even he had been defeated...

"It really is! Thank you for coming to my rescue, Mamochan! I can't believe Luna only knows Lunar Trig." This is not her first time lamenting this, if only because it sounds so completely fake.

But then, before she can properly get into the rant, Mamoru is grinning, sly and mischievous, and she pauses, letting the words roll through. It doesn't take long before her face is split with her own wide smile, excitement glinting in her eyes.

"It's tomorrow," she returns, "And it's our duty as youth to stay up late. We should absolutely mess around, and if Koji-kun comes back and wants a mess around free space, Sailor Moon will bravely princess carry you into the night~"

Koji Silvia has posed:
WHEN Koji shows up to the room he shares with one Mamoru Chiba... it's probably not in the way most people would expect.

Instead of being in henshin and coming through the window from a night fighting evil, instead he's dressed in a handyman's blue coveralls and a cap, and smelling freshly showered. But he also looks very tired... so tired he doesn't even NOTICE that the pair are there and currently in mid-canoodle post-homework. He literally comes in the door, drops a gym bag two steps in behind him then two steps later a canvas toolkit with the school's logo on it. Four more steps and he just falls forward on his bed on his side of the room. Head right into the pillow.

It's a four-count of awkwardness in the room, and then comes the mumble from the pillow of, "Hi Mamo. Hi Usagi."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
There's another set of eyes sparkling, and Mamoru's hand laces with Usagi's for a moment -- they can feel each other's excitement, it's airy and light and fluttering in the chest -- and Mamoru takes the diamond-topped pink pen once Usagi offers it.

"What do you say? Oh right," he says, then says more clearly, standing up without letting go Usagi's other hand, "Luna Pen, make me..." He glances down and winks. "...a pretty girl."

~

Apparently, Koji is exhausted enough that he misses the glittering stars of the disguise pen's henshin sequence, inasmuch as they're actually visible anyway.

Mamoru's eyes widen, she didn't expect Koji back so fast.

She's not so much pretty as beautiful in an almost elegant way, graceful and somehow giving the impression of, carrying the vibe of, a princess. That's probably not surprising. What might be surprising is the fluffy short bob her hair sports, curling out at the bottom and wavy-ruffled-- not long hair for this girl.

She's wearing a simple a-line dress with cap sleeves that has a pattern of books and cats on it, and she's tall for a girl-- roughly as tall as Makoto Kino. She's still half a head shorter than she is as a guy, but that's still plenty to tower over Usagi.

Whose hand is still in hers.

Her voice is a warm contralto, even if it sounds hesitant and a little nervous. "Hi, Kojikun."

Koji Silvia has posed:
Kojibrain.exe would emit a segfault noise that comes right before a BSOD if it's tired state was not causing it to slow down enough to actually crunch on this.

Dress...

Not the same voice...

Girl-hair and thinner face....

In a miracle move that is only possible by a feat of gymnastic glory that occurs when a young man unexpectedly encounters an unknown 'GIRL' in a private space, he goes from faceplant to pinned to the corner and almost reaching the latch for the window!

The hat has even flown off his bound-up and slightly wash-frizzed hair to hit Mamoru's wardrobe, fall, bounce once, and then settle on top of the shoes left there.

    "OHMYGOSHIAMSOSORRYUSGIWHOISYOURFRIENDISHOULDGETSOMETEA..."

His eyelid twitches a few times as the panicked face continues to remain there, and he finally gets himself back enough together to bring his off-hand up cat-like of a half-hearted finger-wriggle, "H-hi?"

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"Oh, it's an easy one, it's - yep, you got it," Usagi giggles, as Mamoru holds the pen aloft, as he calls to the Luna Pen, as he -

Winks.

Her cheeks warm but her eyes are rapt, waiting to see what Mamoru becomes, what she'll look like -

And as the henshin unfolds in all it's glittery starry perfection, the door opens, and the person who was due soon becomes due now and Usagi is struggling to split her attention between the girl in front of her and the boy also in the room, the boy who might just make it so no kissing happens which is such a shame when Mamochan is so -

Beautiful. Pretty isn't wrong but beautiful is more accurate. There's a regalness to her features that can't be denied, and her bob is -

"Ahh, your hair is cute, but I thought it would be long - it really suits you though, Mamochan..."

This is when Koji becomes verbal and panicked and Usagi waves her arms, "Hey, hey, no worries, it's just Mamochan! We're in you guys' room anyway so -"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru glances at Koji again as he PANICS and Usagi explains, and holds her hand with the luna pen in front of her mouth. Then Koji appears to calm down very slightly at being called Kojikun, and Mamoru nods encouragingly. "It's just me. With Usako's disguise pen. Pretty good, huh?"

Then she reaches up and runs her hand through her hair -- oh there's even nail polish, dark blue like her eyes! -- and looks startled. "I thought I would have long hair too, but this isn't that much longer than my usual hair?" Somehow she manages to flip it like a cape despite its short length. "My balance is weird anyway, I think I would fall over backwards if I had long hair."

She steps out of the low block heels she's wearing and nudges them toward the door, then holds the pen back towards Usagi to take. (Who wants to be responsible for that!!)

"Sorry," he says back in Koji's direction, "Usa turned into a boy yesterday, and we wanted to see what I'd look like as a girl. It's just magic. We can leave if you want?"

This and she's also let go of Usagi's hand to open the wardrobe door to look in the mirror. "Oh wow, you're right, I don't look bad at all."

Koji Silvia has posed:
He slumps, almost looking defeated or vaguely annoyed at this.... and Koji ends up grabbing at his pillow and almost hucking it at his now-girl-roommate, before deciding better and stuffing it back in place.

Instead, he just reaches up and undoes his hair, which is probably as long as Usagi's when down, but raven-black and still shiny from his shower and obvious good haircare. It gleams from conditioners and probably some kind of oil in it. But then he reaches for his desk and snags a black rubber band to secure it up and back again, with familiar movements as he buns it up, which is often done before bed.

"I..." And he gulps once before going on, "I am so..." Another breath is taken, "Okay... admittedly, this is the weirdest thing that's happened to be, but only because there's no fight involved. And... I feel... weird about saying nice things because I..."

Then the other part hits him and his head does that housepet tilt as he has to ask, "Wait... Usagi was a guy? Are we talking like a Boysagi, or maybe a chill Dudesagi, or did she go gamer Brosagi..?"

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
There's nail polish! Usagi hadn't noticed the lack of it, yesterday, but it's interesting to see Mamoru with it now, her fingertips dipped in blue that matches her eyes. "You're still taller than me, but if I were still a boy, we'd have... still a height difference of more than a head, but you wouldn't have to bend over as much!"

She's smiling about it, all good natured; you don't have a Very Tall, Gangly Mass of a boyfriend as a shortie without getting used to it, and fast.

"I get what you mean though - being tall," she had not been tall as a boy, by any means, "Was way weird! It was a good thing your building has an elevator, or I'd have tripped over like, three times as many stairs..."

Koji.EXE seems to be coming back online, which is a bit of a relief. Her Luna Pen is accepted and tucked back into subspace, where it won't be forgotten and used in accidental whacky hijinks (this time, anyway), "You look amazing. Doesn't she look amazing, Koji-kun?"

Koji-kun is maybe not finding this whole thing as satisfying and exciting as Usagi - there's a moment where she's ready to bravely take a pillow for her girlfriend, and then Koji seems to decide to instead fix his hair up, as he tries and fails to really respond.

"Um, I think I was just Usagi? Chill Usagi, I guess, if I had to decide like that? We didn't play any video games, so I dunno if I'd be a bro."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"You can say nice things, it's fine, I know you're not into me," Mamoru says, looking over her shoulder for a second before taking her boy-sized leather jacket out and tossing it on the bed, then closing the wardrobe doors. "Sometimes compliments are just compliments."

Then she grins at Usagi. "I'd have caught you," she promises. "I could have turned into Tux and just carried you up like we were in a platformer."

She stands there for a second, chewing her lip, then determinedly twirls on her heel, and her dress does, in fact, go spinny. Then she one hundred percent stops, flattening the skirt against her legs. "Unnerving," she opines, frowning a little. "Anyway--"

She scoops up the jacket and pulls it on, and it's comically long of hem and sleeve on her. "--definitely Boysagi, because he was just Usagi but a boy. Very cute. Very cute. Bubbly and bold and determined and sweet, just like always."

Koji Silvia has posed:
Unexpectedly, Koji points at his wardrobe, "If you're going out like that, use my coat... I'm shorter, but it'll look better on your... yes... The one with the fake fur around the hood... it'll match the dress better." After which he falls back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling for a moment.

    "You look... elegant. Best word I can come up with. My brain has been saturated with installing security cameras and motion sensors in a hotel run by mermaids. Which honestly you'd think is a strange thing to say... but these days my standards for normal are too off-center to compare. You two are in some kind of weird feedback loop, and I'm both scared and excited for you."

Covering his eyes now with his arm, still dressed, he waves at the door, "Go. Girl at things. I can sense the kawaii growing as we speak, and if it reaches critical mass, I may just throw myself out the window."

But he does point towards Usagi from his spot, somehow dead-on despite not being able to see anything, "Also you. Sorry I didn't get your text about homework. I was hip-deep in cabling when it came through and I let it slip my mind."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"Yeah, you can compliment Mamochan," Usagi says with a hum, "You're not hitting on her, after all."

There's a sense to the words that if Koji - or, much more realistically, anyone else - was hitting on Mamoru, Usagi would have a Very Different Reaction. But it's Koji, and he's literally trying to send them off to be cute, so.

"Ah, it's a spinny dress! I like the design, too, it's pretty, but also, so you. I don't know how the pen always knows juuuust what's in, but it looks super in." As the daughter of one of Japan's premiere fashion magazine editors, she would know. Ignore her retro-90s style, that's on purpose.

"A... hotel with mermaids?" Usagi blinks, and then blinks again, trying to think of which mermaid made more sense as a hotel owner, but, she couldn't really see it. Still, Koji was really good with tech, so it made sense why he'd be involved, but, still. "You've been doing that, but this is weird?"

There's no anger or criticism to her tone, just pure amusement, that this what their lives are.

"A feedback loop," she muses next, "I think we're just on the same wavelength, but, we can definitely go be ~kawaii~ elsewhere."

A beat.

"It's okay! Mamochan came to the rescue. He waged war on the Trig with me."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
'Going out like that.' That gets a mulish set to Mamoru's face that's familiar to both of them. But obligingly, she goes over to Koji's closet.

"I don't know," says Mamoru dubiously, trying on the coat. "The leather jacket's mine. And it's my style, elegant or not. But thank you." She carefully hangs Koji's coat back up, and honestly considers wearing Usagi's dad's parka just to be a shit.

But Usagi's got the feedback loop??? covered, so Mamoru just pulls her leather jacket back on and pushes up the sleeves. "I'm not so sure I like the spinny," she says frankly, "but I don't have to spin. Anyway yes, we mostly conquered the trig. And anyway anyway, yeah let's blow this popsicle stand~"

She goes back over and puts her shoes on, giving herself another inch and a half, then holds the door open with all dignity. "Should we just go make out or what?" Strike the dignity.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"You look great in that jacket," Usagi says, loyal to the end, and Mamoru hasn't even put the jacket on yet. Once she has it on though, there's a hum of appreciation, the sort that would be a wolf whistle in a cartoon, and Usagi forgets about her bafflement in favor of ooohing and aaahing over her girlfriend.

"The jacket gives you an element of like, super hot bad girl," Usagi says, both because it's true, and to tease Koji, a little, as they depart. "I like spinny, but if you don't, you could come try more clothes in my room~"

You know.

In her room. In private.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Oh that seems like an excellent idea. Trying on your clothes sounds hilarious," Mamoru says cheerfully as she closes the door behind her.

Then poor Koji can't hear them anymore as they go down the hall. She's definitely moving like a girl now, having gotten the hang of her temporary new skeletal structure and center of balance, and she moves ahead of Usagi just long enough for Usagi to catch up...

...before spinning Usagi into the wall and trying the ol' kabedon again, right there in the hall, girl to girl, crowding her in and blocking her exit-- and she almost manages to hold in a giggle. Almost. It slightly diminishes the effect, but Mamoru leans in to kiss Usagi-- and Mamoru's lips taste of strawberry lemonade gloss, and she smells a little different, but the contact is the same sun-warmed earth and clear blue skies as ever.

Mamoru's other hand comes up to cup the side of Usagi's face, and that hand is smaller, but still knows where to skim her fingertips against Usagi's neck and jawline to leave ghost trails of warmth on sensitive skin--

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"See, the way I figure, either they'll miraculously fit and you'll know if you like my style, or they'll be, you know..." she trails off for a moment, looking at the cut of Mamoru's figure, the way the familiar jacket falls ever so slightly different, now that. "You know, be a little too tight."

She's moving like a girl now, and she's got her hips swaying, just a bit, with her new center of gravity, and Usagi is so focused on that, that she doesn't quite realize what's happening, until she's pun into the wall, crowded up against it, as the great love of her life giggles. Usagi's entire face turned cherry red.

"Ah - " The attempt at a word is swallowed in the kiss, and Mamoru tastes like strawberry lemonade and sweetness and smells different-but-similar and feels exactly the same, the touch of home and sun-warmed earth, fresh-cut grass, clear blue skies and the scent of the wind -

"You're doing the opposite of killing me, Mamochan," she giggles when the kiss breaks, tipping her head back, right there in the halls. There's still the marks from their last round of necking.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Oh good," murmurs Mamoru against Usagi's neck, only kissing, and for just a moment. "Shall I sweep you off your feet? No, we're just going to your room..."

This as she's pulling back a little, herself, and laughing affectionately, not at all self-deprecating. They're comfortable with each other. Mamoru doesn't feel the need to be apologetic over things Usagi clearly likes. Her touch is full of mischief and joy, a little thrill of the forbidden -- PDA in the halls -- and always love, currently a heady and breathless thing.

Both of Mamoru's hands come up to brush Usagi's wisping face-framing hair behind her ears, cupping her face for a second. There's another quick kiss, again, which has a smile behind it, and then Mamoru steps back and drops her hands, one of them sliding down Usagi's arm to catch at her hand. "You want to see your clothes too tight on me? I think I can oblige."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"If you sweep me off my feet, I'm not getting back on them," Usagi giggles, shameless. They're in the hall and always could see them, but the only people in these halls are friends and acquaintances, so what's it matter? It's not like they'll tell her parents. Still, after a moment of kissing and touching, lured in by the joy of PDA, Usagi tangles her fingers with Mamoru's and lets herself be drawn from the wall.

"I'm pretty sure half my tops will be crop tops on you," she says with a hum of satisfaction. "You've got to be as tall as Makochan, and we're not the same size at all. You're both on Mt. Majesty and Elegance and I'm down in Camp Cure and Adorable."

It's matter of fact and amused, rather than envious, and Usagi takes the lead now, keep Mamoru's hand in her own as she guides her to the stairs.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Once they're in Usagi and Naru's room and shoes are off and the door's closed, Mamoru's still giggling on and off because-- this is fun, and also funny, and also, "Never thought you'd have an Amazon for a girlfriend, huh? A fiancee~"

"Okay, so what do I do, just take this off over my head like a t-shirt?" Mamoru asks, dropping her jacket on Usagi's bed and then pulling at the stretchy twirl dress, then reaching down for the hem like she's just going to pull the whole thing off right in front of Usagi.

Also, hearing 'ore' from a beautiful girl is probably the silliest thing that's going to happen today.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Once they're in Usagi and Naru's room, Usagi is quick to open up the air conditioning vent in her room and shove Luna through. The long-suffering cat merely sighs, no longer even phased by this sort of behavior, and goes tromping off through the ducts to Ami's room.

With that done, Usagi turns at the sound of Mamoru's voice, and her eyes go wide as she darts forward, at the sight of Mamou reaching for the hem -

Her hands catch Mamoru's just as the hem reaches her upper thighs, their faces closet together, chests practically pressed together, and Usagi's cheeks are pink, pink, pink as she looks up -

"Ahahaha, are you really going to take that off right in front of me, Mamochan?"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
The slow-blooming blush of realization is a wonder to behold. Mamoru's also pink, pink, pink, oh my god, and she says as she looks down, her voice a little breathless and high, "Sorry, I-- I guess I wasn't thinking, I mean, it's nothing you haven't seen before? Right? But it's different? I guess... I mean, haha, now it's definitely different, haha,,,"

But they're so close, and warm, and Usagi's hands are holding Mamoru's hands still against Mamoru's thighs, and Usagi's pressed against her, and she holds the hem tighter and kisses Usagi again. It's only partly to opt out of having to use words. It's partly because, well, kissing Usagi isn't a hobby, it's a way of life.

The contact emphasizes the truth of what Mamoru was saying a second ago: there was nothing teasing, nothing flirting about the action -- it was just an unthinking thing, as normal and natural-feeling as changing in a locker room, and now there are Thoughts that are a different kind of natural.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
It sure is a wonder to behold, Usagi's cheeks getting pinker and pinker the longer the realization sets in for Mamoru, and her own voice is a little strangled -

"I don't usually want to kiss the girls in the locker room stupid, you know?"

Contact bleeds their feelings together, lets Mamoru see her own truths, that she didn't suspect Mamoru of seduction but was seduced nonetheless, the way she wanted to press closer, make kissing a hobby, a job, a religion, even.

When the kiss breaks, there's a moment of breathless panting, before Usagi's forced to say, "If we keep this up you're never going to get into my clothes."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"--" this time it's Mamoru's turn to go wide-eyed, but as there's air between them again, she drops her hem and one hand flies to her mouth and she tries to stifle a giggle again.

It works even worse than last time, slightly hysterical. The other hand flaps uselessly in the air and she shakes her head, bob of curling waves swishing around her ears, and her jaw--

--and then she laughs, big and bright and real. It's a release of pressure, and she leans forward and teases, "If we keep this up I'm absolutely getting into your clothes."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Most people would probably not delight in making their fiancee laugh in the middle of kissing. Most people aren't Usagi Tsukino - aren't beaming as their beautiful fiancee laughs and smiles and lets go of any and all remaining pressure.

"Well, then it's a really good thing I got rid of Luna, huh?"

There's nothing challenging in Usagi's gaze, merely matter-of-fact amusement, warm and loving and yes, desiring, but, she pulls away, just a bit.

"Still, as fun as that sounds, I really do want to see you in something from my closet so... let's pick something out first, before you go for tugging that off, hm?"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Eyes bright, Mamoru returns that mixture of warm emotions, in their gazes and in that touch. It stills her silliness and makes way for something warmer still.

"All right, all right," she says with a laugh, easy and light. She slides her mind back into The Actual Project At Hand, inasmuch as it's a project and not another excuse for more fun.

This means she smoothes her skirt down and goes over to the closet as soon as Usagi does. "I will have to pull that off in order to put on new, but I guess I should change in the bathroom, huh?" A beat, and then she looks a little lost at the closet itself. "You pick something first."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
They have a project at hand, and as fun as it would be to roll around making out, she really wants him dressed, so... "Okay, okay, I'll pick you out something I think will actually fit, and not just look really good stretching too much..."

That cuts out her mini skirts and tight turtlenecks and half of her dresses, but - oh here it goes, there we go! She's got an actual suggestion. "Here, try this dress -"

It's a t-shirt dress that's patterned with bunnies.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru laughs again. "You don't have to, it's fun to make you react. It's always been fun to make you react. So you can pick things that stretch too much, too, I'll try on whatever-- unless that's too tempting." WINK.

She takes the bunny-print dress and surveys it in clear amusement. "Are you bunnymarking me?" she asks, grinning over her shoulder from holding it up. "Okay, okay, back in a second."

Slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door, it doesn't take that long to switch from one stretchy twirl dress to a t-shirt dress that's...

Less than a minute later, Mamoru opens the bathroom door and comes out wearing the bunny dress, looking down at how far apart the bunnies in front are. Then looking back up helplessly at Usagi. "I don't know..."

She's standing the same way she was standing in the other dress, but there are minute changes in the way she's holding herself: she's not entirely confident about this one, but can't joke.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"Maybe a little bit," she says with a giggle. "They're my signature, after all, and also, this one stretches pretty well, and it's kinda long, so even though you're taller than me you shouldn't be - exposed."

That's a good way to put it. And so, once Mamoru is in the bathroom, she considers, and peeks at her closet some more, and wonders...

When Mamoru emerges, dressed in the bunnies, she looks her over, humming -

"You look cute," she says, reassuring. "But the thing is, I'm thinking now... cute isn't really your brand. My Mamochan is more cool than that, even Koji-kun noticed..."

So she meanders a little closer, kissing Mamoru's cheek, and offering a second outfit - an over-sized baseball jersey she'd gotten the last time her dad dragged her off to see a game, and tan sweatpants.

"Wanna try something like this?"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru's hands close over Usagi's as she holds the next suggestion out, and she leans to kiss Usagi's cheek right back. And she murmurs, "Would it be fun for you to see me in them? If not, I can just try again and be more specific about the sort of outfit I'd have the most fun in. Because--"

She suddenly laughs, and it's closer to an earlier Mamoru's laugh, a little self-deprecating, rueful. "When I was still Hematite," she says, "and you had all those electrical burns. Or when Sunbreaker burnt you down the front. I got my shirts ready for you to put on because they were big enough you'd swim in them, and they wouldn't constrict your movement. But that wasn't the only reason. I also just-- really wanted to see you in my clothes. So... is that something you like? If it is, then it changes the context and I'd enjoy wearing this, too. But... I haven't been cute since I was fourteen, so."

Coming through their contact is the full context, without all the words cluttering it up. 80% of trying on Usagi's clothes, on Mamoru's part, was hype because of maybe Usagi would enjoy it, [mental image of trouble closing a shirt] and 20% curious as to whether wearing something else would be better, but recognising that the fun things probably wouldn't fit. So much of this is 'would Usagi like seeing this?' and trying to get reactions...

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Would it be fun to see Mamoru in her clothes? The answer she gets, through the touch of lips to cheek, is an instantaneous yes, even as she lets her keep speaking, lets her get the words out.

There's a touch of memory, through the contact, at each moment described - less a flash of the pain, more a moment of the touches between them - Hematite, aching to fix her burns, jealous and frustrated that he couldn't. Hematite, spreading burn cream over her skin.

Hematite, offering her his clothes to wear, to shelter in, and yes, they'd been good for her injuries and for not restricting, but they'd been his, been her Mamoru's, and that was why she liked them. "I liked that, and I like this. I want you to wear my clothes, because... well, I guess boys aren't the only ones who like showing off that someone belongs to them, you know?"

Seeing her in her stuff, it's nice. And it's definitely getting reactions out of her. And actually -

"That said, you're not wrong, a lot of my stuff won't fit... we should go shopping some time. Not today. But soon. A few outfits you like, a few I like, some I pick out for you, some you pick out for me."

Girlmoru fits, for her Mamochan, and Boysagi fits, for her Usako.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
The memory that threads through their talking makes Mamoru relax a little more -- it's not a surprise to Usagi that Mamoru had liked seeing her in his clothes, or why. And she smiles with a little tilt of her head, expression wreathed in affection.

"Then I'll happily wear this with you, and I'll change into your crop top and leggings--" teasing, teasing, about the jersey and the sweatpants, though she's probably not far off on the fit, "whenever I get tired of wearing the dress."

Reactions! Mamoru reaches for Usagi's face, brushing her wisping side hair away back, and revels in her reactions through their touch. "And that shopping trip sounds like a lot of fun. And..."

And images and ideas, because Mamoru is seventeen.

She looks a little sheepish, pulling back. "I know we agreed we should both think things at each other, but my mind will not stop and you said we probably shouldn't just spend the whole time rolling around making out."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"I'd put you in a real crop top, but you're so talented it would probably be illegal," Usagi sighs a little, lamenting in the most joking fashion possible. "But just know that I'd appreciate you."

Forever and always, she really would. The mental images that pass through her mind, the feelings she has, those all guarantee that Mamoru sees exactly how much she appreciates even just the mental exorcise of imagining Mamoru as she is in a crop top.

"But you're not wrong... I did say that..." Self, what was THAT for huh? But no, seriously.... she pulls away a little, sitting up and gesturing at the clothes she's offered Mamoru.

"We'll do a fun shopping trip, and maybe make out a little in the dressing room stalls, like proper teenagers. For now, go stretch out my jersey."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Gods, I'd be falling all out of a crop top," Mamoru says, not helping at all.

She takes the jersey and sweatpants and leans to kiss Usagi again, and there's confidence in the emotional taste of it this time. And yeah, Mamoru definitely sways her hips on the way back into the bathroom, which looks really nice in the t-shirt dress...

Not too long after she vanishes, Mamoru comes back out of the bathroom and poses. It's not a crop top, but she's stretching it for sure, and it's not as long as it is on Usagi, and the tan sweatpants definitely look a little like leggings, and kind of short too, but somehow the outfit manages to look good on her. Probably because almost anything would look good on her, being perfectly honest.

"When we go shopping, let's also get some clothes we can both wear~" she says, flipping her hair and letting it bounce back into place.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Mamoru is not helping at all. Forget a snack, as usual, she looks like a full course meal, and Usagi knows it's going to get worse...

And she's right. The second Mamrou steps out in that short that's stretched too tight over her frame, the ends riding up a little to reveal a little stripe of skin at her belly, the leggings that are fitted and taut and practically painted on -

By the time Mamoru's flipped her hair, Usagi is right beside her, tugging lightly at her wrist until she's in front of the couch, at which point she is promptly pushed down so Usagi can climb into her lap. It's easy, because by touching Mamoru she'd made her intentions clear, visions and feelings spread between them, and now, sitting on top of Mamoru, she cups her face and kisses her, long and slow.

"I changed my mind," she smiles when the kiss breaks. "We should just make out. The fashion show can wait."

It's a good thing Mamoru happens to agree with her.