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You look pretty enough already!

Mister Arthur!

How sweet of you to say so.

Would you like to play dress up with me? We could play together, with each other?

Sure. Why the hell not?

Let me see.

*looks into a trunk*

I think you would look good in...

*holds up a candy striped red and white lolita dress*

What do you think?

I've never worn a dress before.

*takes it and holds it up to himself**

You don't think I'll look silly?

I wear dresses with pants all the time. Do I look silly?

No, but you are cute and tiny while I am big and gawky. But I will try it. I look silly most of the time anyway.

*tugs his shirt over his head*

*squee*

You'll be beautiful!

Well, I do like to be beautiful. *smiles*

*pulls the dress on, gets lost in it temporarily, but manages to get it on eventually*

Well?

*digs into the trunk for a pair of stretchy red and white striped stretch pants and platform shoes*

*gasps* You do! You do! You look so very beautiful. Like a butterfly!

*hands Arthur the rest of the clothes picked out*

Ohmygosh there's more.

*slips his trousers off, exchanging them for the other,much more forming ones before putting on the shoes*

Eee! I like the shoes. They're fun.

*wobbles*

*laughs softly*

You have to walk gracefully in them sweetie. You can do it. Just stand up straight and start off by taking small steps.

What do you want to dress up as?

Something beautiful!

Like a flower?

Hai, like a flower in bloom.

Can I play?!?!

Uh-huh!

What may I ask is your name pretty?

*beams*

My name is Penia and what's yours? *holds out hand to give gregarious handshake*

*smiles shyly and coyly takes the hand offered*

Misaki. Have you played dress up much?

Well, Misaki, when I make with the poverty, I usually end up with a lot of stuff from others. But I can make some appear if you want.

...*whispers shyly*

I like the really glamorous clothes. They usually don't take well to me, but I feel nice in them.

You can if you want! I also have a lot of dress up clothes! You want to see?

*looks her over*

Why wouldn't they take well to you? You have a nice shape.

Oh yes please!

The glamorous stuff speaks of riches and I am afraid my body usually rejects the stuff. Hard to explain any other way than being part of the job of being poverty. But I think having it on for a few minutes won't hurt anything. *is pleased to have come up with compromise*

*takes Penia by the hand and leads her over to the clothes trunk*

Look inside. See if there is anything you like.

*fishes around and comes up grinning - with a slinky silvery strapless gown*

Oooh, styling! *goes back in for accessories*

It will flatter you. It is form fitting!

I hope you don't mind platforms. Every pair of shoe I have is a platform because I am short.

Awh thanks sweetie, it does look great. *spins around for a sec and checks self out in mirror*

That's ok, so am I! *slips a pair of glittering silver and black platform pumps*

Oh how pretty! You look like a movie star!

I do? Sweet!

*does it again*

Ok, ok, going in for jewelry now!

Try the opal and emerald necklace!

*Misaki with a bounce in step joins Penia by the trunk to help her look for the necklace*

Is that it, nope, nope ...oh wait!*laughs as both theirs and her hand grasps the necklace*

Would you put it on for me?

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Misaki lifts the necklace out of the trunk and carefully places it around Penia's neck, clasping it from behind and peering over her shoulder to admire the way it looked against her skin.

"I knew it!"

"Now this is styling!" Penia ran to check herself out in the mirror, completely caught up in the pretendy fun games.

Following behind her to look at Penia in the mirror while she looks at herself.

"Like a princess."

He slips a tiara into her hair.

For a moment, she felt too shocked to say anything. It wasn't right, she shouldn't be wearing a tiara. She was no fancy goddess.

But still, she looked some more, trying to just enjoy the moment.

"A princess huh?"

"Don't you see?"

He motioned toward the mirror.

"You can be anything when you pretend."

She looked again, maybe blushing a little; way out of her element, she hadn't daydreamed like this in a very long time. In her mind, she was sitting at the table with all them up above on Olympus.

"Yeah, anything..."

If you are like me? I like to dress up pretty. To pretend. It helps keep me from being lost in sadness.

Sometimes I do, and it sure seems to help. But alot times, I get caught up in the spirit of my work and well ...*grins*