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Four knitted scarves

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*the phone picks up mid-conversation, as if it's been knocked off the hook by clumsy teenagers Rose's voice comes from not too far.*

I still cannot believe we are doing this. Enjoyable as it might be, I must admit I still have some reservations about it.

Rose, I assure you your reservations are wholly misplaced. I have done this many, many times before, and it has ...almost always resulted in the full enjoyment of all involved parties.

*Rose scoffs a little, but wait, was that a hint of a giggle underneat?* I will give that much to you; you are quite skilled with your hands. I stand here jealous at this discovery...this is really nice though.

*There's the sound of shifting, and Kanaya almost sounds as though she has something in her mouth when she speaks next.* Sweeps of practice have rendered my digital manipulators quite dextrous, yes - and I'm quite pleased to hear that you're finding this to your liking. But as promised, no word of this liason shall ever pass my lips.

If I may ask you to hold as still as possible, Rose? This next part will be rather tight.

While I graciously accepted your request to lend myself to your ways, I must admit I haven't grown to like the fact you are handling me like a rag do-

*Rose's complain is cut as she gasps, and then speaks in a rather mortified tone*

That is...rather tight. My back will be reminding me of this with unforgiving soreness later

*And for her part, Kanaya does sound very apologetic.* I'm quite sorry, but I believe it's for the best to handle the worst of the discomfort at the beginning. I give the full weight of my word that it will be exponentially more agreeable - even satisfying - from this point on.

But please continue to hold still. I would feel very displeased with myself were I to inadvertently scratch you.

So you say. Perhaps it's because you are doing all the work. I feel as if I should probably take the matter into my own hands, but then that would mean you would be but an spectator. Either way one of us is left to watch.

*Rose's tone takes a degree of amusement*A scratch? Not for a lack of effort. I've been holding my breath at every "Hold Still" by now.

I would really rather engage with you directly than to be a mere observer of this flourishing radiance and beauty alike. It simply wouldn't be suitable. And besides, you're certainly a participant rather than a spectator, even if it's a far more passive role than you might prefer. I'm afraid I can't allow you to domineer our interactions every time.

But only a little further, and-- *And then there's a surprised intake of air as somebody notices the displaced phone and moves to hang up. Oops.*

*Somebody hasn't seen the phone yet*

Kanaya? Kanaya Mayram, don't you dare leaving me here without taking proper care of my clothes-

*And so ends the rather strange call*

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The voyeuristic pleasure of knowing someone else's personal affairs no matter how pedestrian, perhaps?

*Pin pin, tug tug, hmm hmm how does this look like THIS...*

[And Rose obediently stands still, arms a bit stretched as she's mercilessly pulled and tugged and she's trying not to think of Kanaya being so close by checking her horns. There has to be something wrong on that sentence.]

It wouldn't be above some of the residents, yes. What bothers me the most is the fact people tend and will overreact or read more than it was intended into anything, even within context. I can only imagine what a talk about dress making could stir.

[Those are some fine horns, yep.]

*One wonders if that's the troll equivalent of staring at one's rack. But Kanaya doesn't notice, so intent she is on her work.* Is this a particularly human custom, to raise such a disproportionate fuss about something so simple as a tailoring session?

[No, no. Rose hasn't checked that yet, and at least she wouldn't consider it a good analogy.]

I fear they are far less selective about their disproportionate fussing over trivial matters.

And if I might add, I think this is tight enough on the waist. Hourglass shaped is hardly flattering at thirteen.

That seems mildly irritating, if it's as common as you seem to be suggesting.

*And she leans back for a moment to get a greater appreciation for the whole... and nods, apparently satisfied, before pinning it in place once more.* Very well, if you're certain. If it's any consolation it does look tremendously fashionable on you.

It truly is. Welcome to humanity.

I am honestly flattered. [And to prove so she makes a little curtsy.]

Mind if I get my clothes now?

Truly your species is a xenopsychological enigma wrapped in a riddle ensconced in a whole mess of complexes and generally weird stuff.

And as much as it may look attractive on you, Rose, I do need to take the garment myself for final alterations, so yes you may retrieve your clothes. *A pause.* If you could be careful while disrobing, though, I'd be tremendously appreciative.

...maybe I'd better do it.

You are one to speak, considering we are the undisputed majority. Well, at least on the sense humans populate Earth. I will not venture to say we are the majority on Mayfield.

Do what?

[Rose tenses, because she did get the meaning behind her words. But then again, the whole thing is a little too complicated to remove it by herself.]

Are you...certain?

Bold? Perhaps. Yet my statement would stand were there four of you or four billion.

*And at Rose's hesitation and tensing, Kanaya tenses in return. She'd just meant to help the girl undress, but if Rose is nervous, then...* Of course I'm certain. Is there any reason to believe I wouldn't be?

It's only a dress fitting, after all.

I cannot argue about that. I can point it goes both ways though. As it does.

[gulp]

Proceed then. The fastest I'm out of this the better. Enough fitting for today.

Rose Lalonde, are you intimating that trollkind is somehow odd by human standards?

*But her snarky tone dies away as she steps towards Rose, moving behind her where she's pinned the back of the dress together as a temporary placeholder until she adds the zipper. Her cheeks are suddenly very warm and very green.

She reaches out to undo one pin, and then the next, so that Rose can more easily slip out of the dress.* Just a few more moments, Rose... thank you for your patience in the matter. *And then she's finished with the back.* If you'd please rotate to allow me access to the clasps on the front?

[The fact Rose is wearing her underwear under the dress doesn't comfort her at all. Actually, being seen by Kanaya like that is maybe as bad as if she were completely naked. Even now knowing she can see her bare back is...it makes her feel odd.

Rose turns around silently, suddenly shier and girlier than ever. She can't even look straight at the troll without blushing like crazy. this is all wrong and she can't understand why.]

*And Kanaya's just doing her thing, helping Rose take the dress off, when she glances up at the girl and--

--why is her face so furiously red? This is just a dress fitting, isn't it? Even if it now occurs to Kanaya that the skin of Rose's forearm where she's rested her hand momentarily is very warm and soft, and...

She freezes, looking up at Rose as if she's waiting for something to happen, her job done and the garment now changeable.* Rose? Are you all right?

[There is no way she can properly express herself as it is. Rose doesn't remember when was the last time she felt so vulnerable, and while it's a bit unnerving that she has been placed into such a situation she's not entirely convinced this is a bad thing.

Also she can't think straight.

Without answering, she tries to remove the dress carefully, but ultimately trips and extends her arms to gain balance...ending up hung on Kanaya. And by the Old Ones, isn't her face a tad too close? Those Jade colored irises are quite something...]

I currently lack the words to properly manifest what I'm feeling. It's quite odd, but I'm okay with it. Are you okay with it? It would help me if you are okay with me-with it.

*And when Rose stumbles, Kanaya is there to catch her, not because she's worried about her creation being torn but because it's Rose, and... okay, maybe she's a little bit worried about the dress but it's mainly because she's concerned for Rose.

But now she's very close (in her arms, in fact), and Kanaya is doing her best not to look down at the other girl's obvious state of semi-dress because that would be rude, but that only really leaves her face as an option to look at. Not that Kanaya minds, because Rose's face is very nice to look at, but it's also extremely close right now. She can practically feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.*

I am. Y-yes, I think I would certainly express my being okay with it. ...what is it that I'm okay with, precisely?

I'm not sure.

[Her head moves on her own, as she moves inches from Kanaya, the scent of her skin making her feel lighter.

Rose's inner voice makes a little 'what the hell' before she closes the gap with an ever so light peck, dress falling freely off her as she kicks it unceremoniously.]

*Kanaya tilts her head to the side as Rose leans in, lips brushing against lips so slightly that maybe she imagined it, except she's sure she didn't, and...

...even if Rose pulls back for a moment, Kanaya follows, kissing her again.*

[Oh, she's kissing back.

Alright.

So they stay like that for a while. It's a pretty innocent kiss, all things considered. And at some point her lips slowly depart from Kanaya's.]

...I should probably get some clothes on.

*Kanaya pulls back just slightly so that there's a few inches worth of space between them, and it's... hard to even know how she feels. This wasn't the intoxicated, quick kiss followed by mortification at the hiveapproaching dance - this was soft, and sweet, and deliberate, almost inevitable.

Rose's voice jolts her from her reverie.* Ahm. Y, yes I think that might be in the interests of propriety. But-- Rose, you kicked the dress, be careful-- *She's now pulling away to kneel down and pick up the dress to fold it carefully, grateful for something else to talk about.*

[Rose gets quickly into her nondescript pants and shirt, welcoming the sense of being somewhat more protected than before. She then proceeds to contemplate what just happened. She kissed Kanaya. I was kinda nice. this deserves to be looked upon for a little while longer.

Rose turns to ask the troll girl what's on her mind, but she's more interested on the dress. Now we can't have that. Rose makes a quick motion, getting a hold of her horns- there has to be something honestly wrong with that- and pulling her up. Are horns sensitive? She tries to pull her up gently, because who knows? Maybe it hurt. She wouldn't forgive herself if that happened.]

If I can have your attention for a moment, I need you to help me confirm something.

[And you know what? She kisses Kanaya again, although this time is far less innocent. Rose isn't an expert kisser by no means, but this time their lips are tightly pressed against each other, and her arms wrap around the girl's waist. Maybe this will go as planned and Kanaya will do her part, or so Rose wishes.]

*Truth be told, Kanaya's glad that Rose is once more clad in genuine garments too - not that she's not cute, but it felt a little inappropriate.

She's almost done folding the dress carefully when two hands quite literally grab her by the horns and tug her to her feet. It's not painful, really, but it's certainly surprising and she makes a startled sound despite herself.* Rose, what are you--

*Oh, she's being kissed. Deliberately kissed, this time. And it's far more than the chaste pecks of earlier; it's full and warm and there are arms around her, and what can Kanaya do but reciprocate? She presses back into it, her own hands settling on Rose's shoulder. Well, one of her hands. The other carefully sets the folded dress down on the nearby table before doing the same.*

[Yes, this is a good kiss. The part of Rose's brain that was taking this as coolly as possible gets shot down in favor of fully enjoying it, and Rose's heads shifts slightly to the right, as if wanting to explore more of Kanaya's lips. She can feel her arms on her shoulders then, which is always a good sign right? It's hard to tell with her eyes closed, but at least she isn't the only one kissing.

A minute or so passes as they silently kiss, and then Rose naturally ends the kiss she started, head going down so she can place her forehead on Kanaya's neck, arms still holding the troll.

She just needs a second to slow down her mind now.]

*How long was it that passed between the meeting of their lips and the breath of cool air between them? It was a nice kiss, if an awkward one - they're not very experienced here, after all - and Kanaya doesn't feel nearly as panicky towards the subject as she had once upon a time. In fact she feels almost peaceful despite the vascular sac pounding beneath her chest.

Her arms wrap around Rose, pulling her into an embrace as the other girl rests her forehead on Kanaya's skin. She wants to say something, mention how nice it was - but she doesn't dare.*

[Resting like that, Rose sighs softly as she fights the urge to keep her eyes closed and forget about everything.

But, she finally takes a deep breath and raises her head. She is then tempted to resume the kissing, of course, but hopefully, if things go right, that will be something for later.]

Might I say, perhaps in the spirit of making things as clear and easy to understand as possible, that I like you?

And that was perhaps the most pleasurable feeling I have experienced in a long, long time.

*That vascular sac pounding is thundering in her ears now, making it very difficult to hear. It's possible she misunderstood.* You... like me. That is to say, you are not merely affirming the manner in which we are mutually fond of each other in terms of friendship, but instead indicating the existence of some other subset of emotions.

...or am I misunderstanding?

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