( oh, his saviour, silky…whatever would he do without her? another pitiful “ah-chooh,” and he’s sitting on the couch, currently curled up in a tightly-blanketed ball. )

( a meek nod, his eyes glimmering with gratitude; lance's kindness will certainly not go unnoticed. he pulls his blanket further around himself, sighing softly. )

mhm...thank you. 💧

ha—hhah—ha-*chooh!*

( uuuughhhh. oliver's sick, it seems—he's all wrapped up in a blanket, trying to sweat this fever out. )

ooc!

i think these divas could be friends……my silly little astrologian who loves nothing more than sleeping and fishing

ooc!

wait……..because why do i kinda wanna bring back my beloved ffxiv goobers at some point

dig deep in your heart for a moment. what’s your strongest regret?

( gently covering his face to hide just how red his cheeks have gotten. he really needs to stop doing that. )

i…aha. i see, madam. you’re just…so…ah. ✨

i…suppose i’ve never thought of it that way—b-but it’d be horribly indecent to just—go *naked!* i quite prefer my clothes…

( nakahto’s state of dress is really making points, however. do *not* stare at his tits, oliver. you’re better than this. you’re better than this. do *not.* )

oh—! my…my *figure,* is it…?

( red in the face already. poor boy… )

oh, professor, you…

you can’t say those types of things… ✨

just! we don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression.

w-well, i—

ah…is it that obvious?

professor… 💭

please reconsider the adjectives you use.

( do NOT wiggle. you’re going to send him into the nth dimension, silky, please. )

oh, *god,* you—you would be surprised, madam, truly…

i suppose the man makes the trousers, then! rather than the trousers making the man. ✨

( slowly spreading his fingers as they cover his eyes, green hues peeking out at silky through the gaps. )

h…honestly, after…after seeing you like *this,* i…i think i’ve woefully forgotten everything.

take it *off*—?!

wait, i just got these pants on, you—you *can’t* be serious!

( flushed in the face. he’s two seconds away from taking his pants off, though, definitely not because the hot arcanine man told him to. )

ah, such a diligent helper you are, my darling steven. i *knew* i could count on you.

( slyly slipping his thumbs into steven’s belt loops and pulling him closer—don’t worry, he’s *definitely* noticed just how much worse he’s made him. )

how could i *ever* thank you for your help?

does it? ah, i was a skinny wee thing back then. hell, i’m still a skinny wee thing now! haha. ✨

well—i found these in the back of my closet today. it’s been years since i’ve last worn them.

are you *sure* they look fine? they feel a bit tight around my upper thighs. it’s not painful, just strange.

undressing—?

oh, goodness, no! please don’t feel out of place. *some* people are undressing, but most aren’t. *i’m* not, for one.

( glancing up. glancing down. up. down. up. down. up. a *coquettish* smile crosses his face. )

oh, but of course, my dearest steven! i wouldn’t *dare* think anything was wrong.

say—could you come tug on the waistband a little? just to *truly* see how tight these are getting. i’m woefully unsure. ✨

oh, perfect. ✨ i can’t remember how long it’s been since i’ve last worn these.

ah—!

( instinctively moving to cover his gaze and look away all at once. real smooth. )

pardon, i—i didn’t recognize that i was—b-but—oh, i’m sorry!

steven—? is something the matter?

( blinking semi-obliviously. staring with his big green eyes. )

oh, perfect… ✨ i was a little bit worried.

( relieved—but there’s a twinge of embarrassment at silky seeing him in such a state. 💧 )

ah, steven! ✨
these trousers don’t…*look* too tight, do they? it’s been a while since i’ve tried them on.

( don’t say anything. don’t say anything. if you say anything you’re going to explode and die forever. do NOT say anything. )

ooc!

the bluesky curse……that happened to me on mars and ryouga