[ Good to know that his efforts are both noticed and appreciated. Yuzuki, smiling like a cat that got the canary and the cream, winks and offers a graceful twirl, really showing off the temporary outfit in all its glory. ]
Mm. I've said it before and I'll say it again: your portals are truly stunning. [ He steps through, humming his appreciation, his genuine pleasure. ]
... And this [ he adds as he takes in the store and its offerings ] seems right up my alley.
[ Macaque's first pick earns him a grin and a swish of the tail. ]
A promising start. [ His tail outright perks when he runs his fingers over the fabrics. Damn, that's some fine quality; he's impressed. ] The fabric, the colours, the detailing ... you've got a good eye.
Shall we find a few more first, or do this one at a time?
Yuzuki is definitely both noticed and appreciated. Macaque smiles as he watches the twirl, nodding in approval, and then off to the store.
"I do my best to make them so. All my shadows deserve it." In his eyes, they're all gorgeous.
Macaque notes the approval and is glad for it. The only thing that could sour him on Yuzuki is a terrible fashion sense. Or if he was ride to Macaque's kids or something.
"Hang on, a few more things first." He grabs a purple pullover and a pair of dark jeans along with a white collared shirt. Then a red fitted vest and some dark linen pants that should fit like a glove. "The vest should match your mask."
[ My shadows, says Macaque, and Yuzuki is struck by the warmth he feels. No derision, no desire (no need) to bare his teeth. His magic sings with the love they share; the devotion, the joy and the well-earned, much-deserved comfort. ]
[ Yuzuki finds himself looking at two shadows in particular. Their shadows, hand in hand, practically joined at the hip already. ]
They do indeed. [ He smiles, soft around the edges. Like melted butter, dark liquid gold beurre noisette, simmered to caramelised perfection. ] I was just thinking that your magic sings with your love for them, and them for you. As a shadow myself ... [ he closes his eyes briefly, humming so low it verges on a purr ] ... I do hope you'll allow me to show you and your shadow my appreciation. Later.
[ Once they're done here, or at least made it to the dressing rooms. ]
Very nice. [ Yuzuki nods in approval. ] Reds and purples are favourites of mine. [ Pausing at a display of ties and other accessories, he grabs and holds up a couple of teal options. ] And I'm quite partial to teal as well. It makes for a striking contrast.
Macaque would have understood if Yuzuki did get a tad possessive, he can't say that he wouldn't, ordinarily. But he can feel how Yuzuki's magic works and therefore there's a baseline level of trust.
He follows Yuzuki's gaze to look down at their shadows. Macaque hums as his shadow cants over to shoulder bump its counterpart.
"I suppose we'd best get along, for their sake." Macaque smiles the smile of someone who very much has other sakes on his mind. "I'll let you show me any appreciation you care to show." Not an offer he'd make to just anyone. He'll screw around with most anyone but that's not what he's saying.
"Teal... here." He hands over a sharp teal button down and pulls off some grey slacks that complement the hue. "And then--" Next is a striking red jacket that hangs around mid-thigh. "Silk lining, that's very important." Next he walks over to the ties and starts examining. "Go try those on while I peek over here."
[ Yuzuki chuckles. Quietly, and briefly, but the faint crinkle at the corners of his eyes gives him away. And if the prick of his ears is anything to go by, he can tell that this offer is just as rare from Macaque as it would be from Yuzuki himself. Something to be treasured, certainly. ]
[ At first he only hums in response. But once he's got those pretty garments safely in hand - ]
Your shadow as well, if you'd be amenable. I've been thinking about it. Sharing kisses and more, and putting on a show for you. Making some sweet music together, perhaps. [ Grinning, Yuzuki turns and heads for the dressing rooms, and as he does so his swishing tail flicks up to gently brush under Macaque's chin and jaw. ]
Macaque barely has time to process some of the words that Yuzuki says before there's that tail beneath his chin and then he's left alone, spinning the rack of silk ties so fast that they flutter up like little, colorful flags.
It's not so often that someone catches him flatfooted with just words, but that--
Macaque smiles to himself as he looks at the swinging curtain leading to the changing rooms. Yeah, that got him. He's not too proud to admit it. And at least he has all this time to think of a good reply.
...Nothing comes readily to mind, except for yes. Hell fucking yes, so that might be what he does with. He'll improvise.
[ If Yuzuki were a significantly less dignified creature, he'd be skipping. As it is, there's an extra swish to the casual sway of his long tail as he walks away, and a touch of warmth and richness, a subtle yet unusual melodic depth, to his humming as he gets to work on these outfits. ]
[ ... Can Macaque hear the fluttering in his chest? Hm. ]
[ Whether he can or he can't, he'll certainly notice that Yuzuki's shadow didn't follow him. It stays right where it is, twining the end of its tail in shy coils around its counterpart's, humming in harmonious echo with Yuzuki himself: ... strung together, the very first words of a lifelong love letter ... ]
Macaque can hear the fluttering in Yuzuki's chest, but he's a bit distracted by his own thundering heart. His eyes flick over to their shadows, so cozy together. In a way that he's never see anyone be with his shadows other than himself. Offering to put on a show using his shadow is not only fascinating, but skims so close to his heart that it's a struggle to think about ties or anything else.
But Macaque manages it, and by the time Yuzuki is back he has selected several silk ties in shades of deep purple, crimson red, and a teal that's not too bright.
Macaque smiles as his shadow nuzzles Yuzuki's while they await the grand reveal of Yuzuki's first outfit.
[ Yuzuki's shadow happily returns those nuzzles, and, with a sound somewhere between a breathy sigh and a purr, intersperses the nuzzles with gentle little kisses lighter than the brush of a butterfly's wings. ]
Oh, hello. [ And that's Yuzuki, still behind the curtain, murmuring in d e e p appreciation. The fabrics, the fit — hot damn. ]
[ He steps out, bright-eyed and tail swishing, and glides through the opening steps of a classic ballroom dance. ]
Macaque watches the shadows, nearly entranced by their sweet cuddling. He always made sure that his shadows knew that they had him, that they had plenty to do, but he never considered that they may be attention starved. He'll have to thank Yuzuki for this.
His attention is caught by Yuzuki's voice, and he watches the curtain with anticipation before Yuzuki emerges, dressed in--
Macaque shows his appreciation with a low whistle. "Damn."
[ Yes. Good. Excellent. Yuzuki pulls him close, one hand coming to rest warm against his waist while the other cups his cheek, and proceeds to show off what an incredibly fast learner he is. It's one hell of a kiss given his lack of experience, and it's just hot enough, lasts just long enough, to hopefully leave Macaque craving more. ]
Mm. Would you like to join me for the rest, or are you still looking?
Macaque so rarely experiences a kiss that kicks up so many feelings, both physical and otherwise, that it makes him shiver to the tip of his tail, but this is one such time. They just met, and he's left wondering how the fuck he lived without this in his life.
Although priding himself on never being lost for words, Macaque is nearly there when they part.
"Happy to join you," he says, gathering a few pieces that he's been eyeing while Yuzuki changed. "Lead on."
[ I could get used to this, Yuzuki thinks, and — ]
[ ... You know what? ]
[ He's just gonna leave it there. The Thought has been parked. The handbrake is on. And his hand reaches for Macaque's, as they walk together to the changing room. ]
I do hope you'll allow me to return the favour sometime. [ Yuzuki somehow turns the simple act of undressing into a work of art. ] You're gorgeous.
Macaque half undresses himself, half watches Yuzuki make a glorious show of slipping out of the clothes that Macaque suggested for him. And then Yuzuki's compliment, and pardon him if his face feels as though it'll shatter from over-smiling.
"Anytime you like. Consider me your ready and willing model."
He slides on a button-down shirt, deep red to match his mask, along with black pants that hug him in all the right places.
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Mm. I've said it before and I'll say it again: your portals are truly stunning. [ He steps through, humming his appreciation, his genuine pleasure. ]
... And this [ he adds as he takes in the store and its offerings ] seems right up my alley.
[ Macaque's first pick earns him a grin and a swish of the tail. ]
A promising start. [ His tail outright perks when he runs his fingers over the fabrics. Damn, that's some fine quality; he's impressed. ] The fabric, the colours, the detailing ... you've got a good eye.
Shall we find a few more first, or do this one at a time?
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"I do my best to make them so. All my shadows deserve it." In his eyes, they're all gorgeous.
Macaque notes the approval and is glad for it. The only thing that could sour him on Yuzuki is a terrible fashion sense. Or if he was ride to Macaque's kids or something.
"Hang on, a few more things first." He grabs a purple pullover and a pair of dark jeans along with a white collared shirt. Then a red fitted vest and some dark linen pants that should fit like a glove. "The vest should match your mask."
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[ Yuzuki finds himself looking at two shadows in particular. Their shadows, hand in hand, practically joined at the hip already. ]
They do indeed. [ He smiles, soft around the edges. Like melted butter, dark liquid gold beurre noisette, simmered to caramelised perfection. ] I was just thinking that your magic sings with your love for them, and them for you. As a shadow myself ... [ he closes his eyes briefly, humming so low it verges on a purr ] ... I do hope you'll allow me to show you and your shadow my appreciation. Later.
[ Once they're done here, or at least made it to the dressing rooms. ]
Very nice. [ Yuzuki nods in approval. ] Reds and purples are favourites of mine. [ Pausing at a display of ties and other accessories, he grabs and holds up a couple of teal options. ] And I'm quite partial to teal as well. It makes for a striking contrast.
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He follows Yuzuki's gaze to look down at their shadows. Macaque hums as his shadow cants over to shoulder bump its counterpart.
"I suppose we'd best get along, for their sake." Macaque smiles the smile of someone who very much has other sakes on his mind. "I'll let you show me any appreciation you care to show." Not an offer he'd make to just anyone. He'll screw around with most anyone but that's not what he's saying.
"Teal... here." He hands over a sharp teal button down and pulls off some grey slacks that complement the hue. "And then--" Next is a striking red jacket that hangs around mid-thigh. "Silk lining, that's very important." Next he walks over to the ties and starts examining. "Go try those on while I peek over here."
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[ At first he only hums in response. But once he's got those pretty garments safely in hand - ]
Your shadow as well, if you'd be amenable. I've been thinking about it. Sharing kisses and more, and putting on a show for you. Making some sweet music together, perhaps. [ Grinning, Yuzuki turns and heads for the dressing rooms, and as he does so his swishing tail flicks up to gently brush under Macaque's chin and jaw. ]
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It's not so often that someone catches him flatfooted with just words, but that--
Macaque smiles to himself as he looks at the swinging curtain leading to the changing rooms. Yeah, that got him. He's not too proud to admit it. And at least he has all this time to think of a good reply.
...Nothing comes readily to mind, except for yes. Hell fucking yes, so that might be what he does with. He'll improvise.
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[ ... Can Macaque hear the fluttering in his chest? Hm. ]
[ Whether he can or he can't, he'll certainly notice that Yuzuki's shadow didn't follow him. It stays right where it is, twining the end of its tail in shy coils around its counterpart's, humming in harmonious echo with Yuzuki himself: ... strung together,
the very first words of a lifelong love letter ... ]
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But Macaque manages it, and by the time Yuzuki is back he has selected several silk ties in shades of deep purple, crimson red, and a teal that's not too bright.
Macaque smiles as his shadow nuzzles Yuzuki's while they await the grand reveal of Yuzuki's first outfit.
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Oh, hello. [ And that's Yuzuki, still behind the curtain, murmuring in d e e p appreciation. The fabrics, the fit — hot damn. ]
[ He steps out, bright-eyed and tail swishing, and glides through the opening steps of a classic ballroom dance. ]
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His attention is caught by Yuzuki's voice, and he watches the curtain with anticipation before Yuzuki emerges, dressed in--
Macaque shows his appreciation with a low whistle. "Damn."
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You, Macaque, have truly impeccable taste. May I kiss you about it?
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"I do. And you may." He steps forward to meet Yuzuki.
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Mm. Would you like to join me for the rest, or are you still looking?
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Although priding himself on never being lost for words, Macaque is nearly there when they part.
"Happy to join you," he says, gathering a few pieces that he's been eyeing while Yuzuki changed. "Lead on."
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[ ... You know what? ]
[ He's just gonna leave it there. The Thought has been parked. The handbrake is on. And his hand reaches for Macaque's, as they walk together to the changing room. ]
I do hope you'll allow me to return the favour sometime. [ Yuzuki somehow turns the simple act of undressing into a work of art. ] You're gorgeous.
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"Anytime you like. Consider me your ready and willing model."
He slides on a button-down shirt, deep red to match his mask, along with black pants that hug him in all the right places.