Mission 8

[skysmirror]

[The feed opens up to Xion rummaging through clothes on the Theatrical Deck. At least, the person looks like Xion--the same black coat and hair. The hair’s a little bit longer, though, and her coat looks a little too short now, as if she’d grown a few inches. The coat’s also unzipped, to allow for curves that weren’t there before. Fortunately, the t-shirt she always wears is loose and long enough to be decent still, and though her pants don’t look like they fit comfortably, she can at least wear them.

If the apparent “discard” pile is any indication, she’s not having much luck finding anything she likes. Finally she holds up a dark purple minidress and black leggings to herself to check that they might fit.]

I guess these’ll work...

[Her voice is a little different, too.]

Comments

[virtualunknown]

Did... you need help?

[skysmirror]

[Her cheeks redden to a very nice scarlet, but she at least manages to look him in the eye.]

I think I'm okay, thanks. I just needed to get something that fit a little better.

[Of course, the plan had been to do so WITHOUT Cambot letting everyone else know, but that's probably obvious.]

[virtualunknown]

Okay. I... yes.

...

I like what you have there.

[skysmirror]

Really? Thanks.

[Now she's blushing for a slightly different reason, but that might not be as obvious.]

It's not what I'm used to, but...

[virtualunknown]

It's nice.

[skysmirror]

[Still blushing, but she smiles.]

[virtualunknown]

[Blushes and clears his throat.] But... You know... You look nice in anything.

[skysmirror]

[Okay, her cheeks are going to be permanently red now.]

Thank you.

[virtualunknown]

Y-you're welcome. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you.

[skysmirror]

[She shakes her head.]

You didn't.

[virtualunknown]

Ah. I'm glad, then.