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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2022 8:07 pm
There were ideas floating around in Celadonite’s mind, and he wasn’t sure if they were good or bad ideas…they were just…ideas. And for now, that was what they would have to remain. Especially since he felt the signature of another lieutenant nearby, and with a grin, he headed off to see what trouble he could get into.
When he saw the lieutenant, he couldn’t help but give a whistle of appreciation. “Now, that is a uniform!” God, and she was taller than he was. That was utterly fantastic. “My god, that is what I hope to get someday, not the skirt, of course but, you look so chic!”
He began to circle her, inspecting all that he could, and when he spotted the tattoos peeking above her stockings, Celadonite gave a pleased sort of noise. “Oh, those are fantastic. You are literally the first fashion diva I’ve met apart from my General. I’m Lieutenant Celadonite and it is truly a pleasure to meet you.”
Holding out his hand, Cela grinned. Truthfully, he wanted to lift her skirt to see more of the tattoos, but that was obviously not the right way to do anything, so with great restraint, he refrained himself. Somehow.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2022 3:16 am
Akaganeite found that she rather liked the way things were. She had settled well into her role as an officer, she thought, and patrolling in the evenings had simply become part of her daily routine. Not a pleasant one, always, but sometimes she ran into other officers, and that was always a good time.
This one, in particular, made her feel very pleased. Before she said anything, she did a little spin, to demonstrate the twirl of her skirt and how nicely it complimented the rest of her uniform.
"Lieutenant Akaganeite," she introduced herself, and she took his hand, shaking it firmly. "The shape of your compliments tell me you have a discerning eye. I am pleased you find my uniform satisfactory--it was mostly luck, I think, but I do like it."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2022 12:52 pm
Celadonite laughed richly when she spun and nodded, clapping at the spin. “Fantastic, Akaganeite. Utterly fantastic. Luck has favored you above almost everyone I’ve seen. I love it. And a fantastic handshake too. Look, I’m just going to come out and say it that I would love to design some clothes for you, if you’d be interested. My day job is a fashion designer and I’m pretty damn good if I do say so myself.”
He nodded at the tattoos that were peeking out. “I have to say, I would love to show those off, the skill on them looks fantastic, though I’d need a closer look, if you’d ever be willing to show me.”
Grinning, Celadonite continued tracing along her uniform with his eyes. “Professional use only, of course. Nothing creepy. Promise.”
But some kind of sheer stockings with a nice skirt…oh, if the artwork went down further than her upper thighs…that would be stunning.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2022 7:07 pm
What an interesting person. He was certainly straightforward, and Akaganeite could appreciate his admiration of her style and her tattoos. It was unfortunate that she knew so little about herself; it would be fun, she thought, to help him a little more.
"I would be very flattered, to have clothes designed for me," she said. "It's hard, I've found, to find things that are sized for a woman who is over six feet and who works out." A laugh, but it wasn't entirely funny; it really was a struggle. Making frineds with a designer seemed like a good way to help with that problem.
"And the tattoos are a full suit," she said, and she shrugged off her jacket, sliding it under the strap for her sheath and hanging it over one arm. The cap sleeves on her button-up meant that most of her arms were left bare, and the underlying tattoos were revealed. "You're welcome to come closer. From roughly here--" she gestured to her sternum--"to my knees, all tattooed."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2022 7:16 pm
Celadonite didn’t need a second invitation, he was almost instantly in her space when she removed the jacket. “Oh my God. That’s hot. Yeah, I’m going to design a s**t ton for you. This should be shown off, not covered up. Not that I don’t like the jacket, it’s fantastic, but, girl. You deserve to shine.”
Reaching out, he took hold of her hand and examined the details on her arm, clicking his tongue and seeming truly impressed. “You deserve to have fantastic clothing that reflects how amazing you are and look. When are you able to come over so I can measure you and take a closer look at all of your ink? I want to see it all, if that’s not asking too much. And I want to know what colors you like, and what you don’t. In fact, ******** it.”
Celadonite glanced around for a moment and then powered down, holding out his arms to show that he still wasn’t any sort of a threat. “My name is Lionel Maisuria, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” He pulled a slick white card from his coat pocket and held it out. “My business card for you. Seriously, I am ready to make a whole wardrobe for you the moment you wish it. You are seriously a Goddess.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2022 2:14 am
It was a pleasure, to be admired. To have someone so thoroughly interested in her looks, and her tattoos, and even though she didn't remember the significance of them, she knew they were important. Every aspect of her body was her own creation, and she had worked hard to create it.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm," she said, and she couldn't help but grin. "It would be an honor to be clothed in things designed just for me, and I would be a fool to turn you down. I have no plans tonight, if you're free?"
He probably had more on his plate than she did, all things considered.
When he powered down, it seemed the only courteous thing to do was to do so herself, and when she did, she gave a polite bow before taking his card.
"I am Ei Kujou," she said. "And you are a consummate flatterer, Lionel."
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2022 7:01 pm
Lionel grinned and nodded, nodding to her. “Come with me then. I’ll get your measurements and even treat you to dinner. It’s only fair.” He looked very pleased that she was agreeing, and that she was agreeing tonight and even more that she was realizing that he knew how to flatter. It was a perfect storm of perfection.
“Maybe I’ll be able to start on some designs too…” He turned and began walking, his brain switching over to work mode, excited about this new project. It was always nice to have a willing model.
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