[ Adachi let out a sigh as he started to get back into his normal clothes, a faint smile creeping onto his face. Geeze, that big nerd... he was starting to understand why he liked him so damn much. Viktor's goofiness balanced his own serious side, while his seriousness helped inspire Adachi. He paused midway though getting changed, holding his tie loosely in his hand, absently wondering if Dojima were here, what he would say... ]
[ ...probably yell at him to hurry up and get changed already. ]
[ He let out a breath as he pulled himself together, straightening out his clothes and fixing his tie so it was straight for once, before heading out of the dressing room. Hunh...? No Viktor again? Well, just as well, he had to go pay, and he turned to do exactly that... ]
[ Viktor's voice comes from behind him as he steps out of the fitting room. When Adachi turns, he'll get to see the stuff of menacing nightmares.
Viktor wearing a huge grin and a mod-cut style dress, some retro vintage design to it that actually helps makes his athletic, masculine frame almost appear feminine despite his wide chest and taller height. Sleeveless and barely reaching two inches above his knees, Adachi gets to see how the long lines of muscles in Viktor's arms and legs look as he approaches Adachi from the fitting room. The dress doesn't quite flatter him, the generic sizing and cut needing alterations for Viktor to actually pull it off, but damn if Viktor isn't making it work at this moment.
He even put on that gaudy necklace and earrings he was eyeing before, the beads and chains jangling a bit as he stepped in closer. To complete the look, he even grabbed those 60's style glasses with wide, white trim and pushed them up onto his head, sweeping his bangs back from his face like a pseudo-headband. ]
[ Adachi could only stare, mouth hanging open. It was hard for him not to let his eyes roam, taking in his toned arms and legs, and how almost delicate he seemed, and the immediate thought was how much he would give to be able to run his hands over all of it, just to feel it under his own hands. ]
[ It took a visible effort for him to step back, a hand going over his nose and mouth, mostly in case the former started bleeding. ]
[ ...oh, but what if his hair was longer? Spilling over his shoulders and-- Adachi had to turn himself away to hide how quickly his face was turning an abnormally vibrant shade of scarlet. ]
Y-yeah, for here. I-I still need new shoes, but I-I can handle t-that. I-I'll go pay while you change.
[ He hurried off to the register to pay, feeling his heart doing somersaults in his chest. This really wasn't fair, Viktor was just baiting him on purpose to get a feel for how Katsuki would react! He could be such a damn jerk sometimes! ]
[ ...but damn him if it still didn't make him happy. He was such am idiot. ]
[ Okay that MIGHT have been what Viktor was doing, just a little. But mainly it was to get Adachi flustered too, just for teasing. He goes back to the fitting room with a chuckle, coming back out a few minutes later just as Adachi finished. ]
[ Adachi's thoughts were racing a million miles a minute, wondering if Viktor was so comfortable in things like that, then what had he worn on the ice? Just the idea that he could move around in ways that-- ]
[ ...yeah he was just. Going to not. He wanted to be able to sleep later that night. ]
[ He tried not to look relieved when Viktor came back in normal clothes again, flashing him a small smile. ]
...thanks for coming with me, Viktor.
[ Even after that display, he felt a lot calmer about Friday's date now. Maybe it was because while his was going on, Katsuki would be treated to that instead; he almost wished he could be a fly on the wall for it. ]
[ He clutched at his bag, that sheepish smile on his face still. Hopefully this would be okay. Hopefully his stupid foot didn't need to be lodged down his stupid throat so his stupid mouth wouldn't run off without the rest of him. And... hopefully they'd both be able to have a good time. ]
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[ But once Adachi is in the fitting room, Viktor smiles mischievously, finding the biggest dress nearby him and ducking into the fitting room too. ]
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[ ...probably yell at him to hurry up and get changed already. ]
[ He let out a breath as he pulled himself together, straightening out his clothes and fixing his tie so it was straight for once, before heading out of the dressing room. Hunh...? No Viktor again? Well, just as well, he had to go pay, and he turned to do exactly that... ]
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[ Viktor's voice comes from behind him as he steps out of the fitting room. When Adachi turns, he'll get to see the stuff of menacing nightmares.
Viktor wearing a huge grin and a mod-cut style dress, some retro vintage design to it that actually helps makes his athletic, masculine frame almost appear feminine despite his wide chest and taller height. Sleeveless and barely reaching two inches above his knees, Adachi gets to see how the long lines of muscles in Viktor's arms and legs look as he approaches Adachi from the fitting room. The dress doesn't quite flatter him, the generic sizing and cut needing alterations for Viktor to actually pull it off, but damn if Viktor isn't making it work at this moment.
He even put on that gaudy necklace and earrings he was eyeing before, the beads and chains jangling a bit as he stepped in closer. To complete the look, he even grabbed those 60's style glasses with wide, white trim and pushed them up onto his head, sweeping his bangs back from his face like a pseudo-headband. ]
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[ It took a visible effort for him to step back, a hand going over his nose and mouth, mostly in case the former started bleeding. ]
V-V-V-VIKTOR!
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How does it look~?
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I-it's f-fine! R-really nice!
[ Amazing his voice could reach that pitch. ]
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[ And Viktor actually twirls in place so Adachi can see all angles of the spectacle, especially the
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I-it might need some adjustments, b-but y-yeah...
[ ...oh, but what if his hair was longer? Spilling over his shoulders and-- Adachi had to turn himself away to hide how quickly his face was turning an abnormally vibrant shade of scarlet. ]
S-something casual, maybe.
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[ Viktor please change! ]
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[ Nope he's still standing there in the dress, some of the other patrons starting to stare at them both by now. ]
Are you all ready to check out then? Have everything you need?
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[ He hurried off to the register to pay, feeling his heart doing somersaults in his chest. This really wasn't fair, Viktor was just baiting him on purpose to get a feel for how Katsuki would react! He could be such a damn jerk sometimes! ]
[ ...but damn him if it still didn't make him happy. He was such am idiot. ]
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[ ...yeah he was just. Going to not. He wanted to be able to sleep later that night. ]
[ He tried not to look relieved when Viktor came back in normal clothes again, flashing him a small smile. ]
...thanks for coming with me, Viktor.
[ Even after that display, he felt a lot calmer about Friday's date now. Maybe it was because while his was going on, Katsuki would be treated to that instead; he almost wished he could be a fly on the wall for it. ]
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Yeah... I'm still worried I'll make a mistake, but I think I'll be okay.
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[ He clutched at his bag, that sheepish smile on his face still. Hopefully this would be okay. Hopefully his stupid foot didn't need to be lodged down his stupid throat so his stupid mouth wouldn't run off without the rest of him. And... hopefully they'd both be able to have a good time. ]
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[ Thanks for that, Viktor. ]
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[ Especially because of that ass. That ass was not fair. No man's ass should be that grabable. ]
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But Viktor just chuckles again. ]
Don't worry about that, I think you'll find Inanna plenty attention-grabbing.
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I almost want to ask what kind of person they are, but I still want to be surprised too.
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