Sixth Breeze

[salvagedlight]

[Ven's cambot has, once again, decided to ignore the wishes of its owner because it's kind of needy and clingy. It listened when Ven told it to go away, but it's less than five minutes later and it's already searching him out again.]

[It finds him back in his room, and Ven's forgotten to close the door entirely. Cambot's lens peeks through the gap between the door and frame, only to find Ven standing in front of the mirror in his room, wearing... Terra's pants? Yes, somehow Ven's gotten ahold of one of Terra's circus tents and decided to put them on, despite the fact that he obviously can't wear them properly. He's wrapped some of the waistband around one hand to hold them up, and seems to be alternately looking down at his feet or at the knot of fabric in his hand, judging something. This continues for a few moments as Cambot silently pushes the door further open to float closer, and Ven's face brightens into a grin.]

I think that's almost two inches! That's a- [OHGODWHATISTHAT oh wait it's Cam WAIT WHAT] CAM! I told you to stay away for awhile!

[And now, of course, it's been broadcast. Ven's turning red even as he's working to shove the Cambot out of his room with just one hand. It's not exactly a winning proposition.]

Comments

[sailorgenerous]

Well, yes, I know that. I was asking if you...liked them.

[Why anyone would like those pants is beyond her, but she's done trying to teach Terra the error of his stylistic ways and she doesn't foresee much more success with Ven.]

[salvagedlight]

They're traditional...

[He's half-wondering if no one's told Rarity that the circus tents really are traditional for males in their world.]

[sailorgenerous]

Yes. I've heard.

[She has, at length, every time she's tried to tell Terra that a change in fashion would do him good. You can only argue with a brick wall so much, after all.]

But you still haven't answered my question.

[salvagedlight]

[Yeah, that's Terra for you. Very much a brick wall.]

They're... pretty nice, I guess?

[Actually, he doesn't think he'll ever wear them. His fighting style is not designed to have baggy or flowy clothes. But they're Terra's, so they're all right by him.]

[sailorgenerous]

[She swallows her pride and shifts a bit. This is going against every bit of her fashion sense, but if it's for a friend...well...]

If you, ah, wanted a pair a bit more...your size...I'm certain I could make you one.

[Celestia help him if he asks for them to be "twenty percent cooler."]

[salvagedlight]

[Don't worry about that, Rarity - his only real similarity with Dashie is that normally he can fly. Well, that and his loyalty. Instead of reacting with glee at the prospect, Ven's eyes widen.]

No, it's okay! I'll make them myself if I want some.

[...He has no idea what he just implied.]

[sailorgenerous]

[...wait what]

[She could not have heard that correctly]

I'm sorry, you'll what?

[salvagedlight]

Umm... I'll make them myself if I want some?

[He's doomed.]