Post by Clipper on Dec 25, 2009 19:33:23 GMT -5
"Well, we've held hands, too," Clipper replies, just a little defensively. "That's all?" Harrumph. Who does Miss think Clipper is, some sort of easy tart?
She sways up to her feet again with Miss's help, arms held out away from her for balance as she gets used to the sensation of being taller. And oddly balanced. Her feet are definitely not really designed for heels, and, as she'd expected, she has to kind of bend her knees a little to get her bearings back.
"I feel wobbly. Does it get easier?" she asks, taking an experimental step or two. Miraculously, she manages not to tumble into a pile on the floor, but it takes effort, and she resorts to shuffling to get her balance back. "Garters are cheap?"
She shuffles a few more steps and tries to conquer her new shoes, expression pinched into a faintly disagreeable frown as she murmurs, "If these don't get easier, I won't be dancing at all." Not that she's all that pleased with the idea of dancing with anyone anyway. She's never even really been dancing with Holi.
Well, there was that party on the Event Horizon - which she's done her level bes to block out what she does remember of, which isn't much, thanks to the high grade - but she isn't certain that could really be called dancing, anyway.
She stumbles a little as Miss offers to find her another dress. "No, no, this is okay," she replies hurriedly. A snob she may play, or even be, but not even she wants to be a prude! Holi would never be interested in a prude! Why would he bother sticking around? "I like the dress. It's... neat." Probably just insulted Miss by oversimplifying her fashion, but, it's true. She does like it.
"You... really think so?" she asks, pausing in her shuffling to glance up at Miss. She turns in place, trying to see herself again, wondering just what Holi would make of the outfit.
"Do you... think that maybe when he arrives on Pz-Zazz that..." she pauses, managing to stand up straight finally, her hands clasped together in front of her, head tucked shyly as she darts a glance up at Miss again. "That maybe I could see him? Like this? I mean... that he could come see me here, you know... in your merchandise?"
To say that she's neatly distracted from her unease would be totally correct.
She sways up to her feet again with Miss's help, arms held out away from her for balance as she gets used to the sensation of being taller. And oddly balanced. Her feet are definitely not really designed for heels, and, as she'd expected, she has to kind of bend her knees a little to get her bearings back.
"I feel wobbly. Does it get easier?" she asks, taking an experimental step or two. Miraculously, she manages not to tumble into a pile on the floor, but it takes effort, and she resorts to shuffling to get her balance back. "Garters are cheap?"
She shuffles a few more steps and tries to conquer her new shoes, expression pinched into a faintly disagreeable frown as she murmurs, "If these don't get easier, I won't be dancing at all." Not that she's all that pleased with the idea of dancing with anyone anyway. She's never even really been dancing with Holi.
Well, there was that party on the Event Horizon - which she's done her level bes to block out what she does remember of, which isn't much, thanks to the high grade - but she isn't certain that could really be called dancing, anyway.
She stumbles a little as Miss offers to find her another dress. "No, no, this is okay," she replies hurriedly. A snob she may play, or even be, but not even she wants to be a prude! Holi would never be interested in a prude! Why would he bother sticking around? "I like the dress. It's... neat." Probably just insulted Miss by oversimplifying her fashion, but, it's true. She does like it.
"You... really think so?" she asks, pausing in her shuffling to glance up at Miss. She turns in place, trying to see herself again, wondering just what Holi would make of the outfit.
"Do you... think that maybe when he arrives on Pz-Zazz that..." she pauses, managing to stand up straight finally, her hands clasped together in front of her, head tucked shyly as she darts a glance up at Miss again. "That maybe I could see him? Like this? I mean... that he could come see me here, you know... in your merchandise?"
To say that she's neatly distracted from her unease would be totally correct.