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the rose of the world
Title: the rose of the world
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Samekichi, Cherryblod, Wadanohara
Pairing(s): Samekichi/Wadanohara
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 685
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Samekichi gets fitted for a suit.
Notes: For the square "dressup/costumes".
Samekichi stares at the invitation in his hands. The invitation, seemingly innocent, remains silent.
“Fancy dress party, huh…?”
He’s never been one for wearing suits. They chafe and itch, and more than that they remind him a little too much of someone else. He could go the rest of his life without wearing a suit and be perfectly content with that.
The thing is that Wadanohara had been really, really excited about the party when he spoke to her about it. Her eyes had sparkled when she talked about asking Tatsumiya to make her a dress just for the occasion, and he knew then and there that he wanted to be the one to go with her. He knew she’d find one of her other familiars to go with if he turned her down, probably Fukami, but he wanted to be the one dancing with her. Even if he was terrible at dancing.
“But if I have to wear a suit…” he mumbles.
“Technically, you don’t have to,” comes a chipper voice. He jolts and realizes that Cherryblod is in front of him. “A formal dress would be just fine.”
Samekichi pulls a face at that. “Not for me.” He has nothing against men who wear dresses - and if he did he wouldn’t mention it in front of Cherryblod, after that party last year - but it doesn’t appeal to him personally.
“Then you’ll have to wear a suit, it looks like,” Cherryblod replies. “Do you not have one?”
Samekichi shakes his head. “Why would I? I hate wearing them. They’re always too itchy and tight-”
“You just haven’t been properly fitted for one. Now, let’s see…” Cherryblod taps his chin, in thought. “I usually bother Tatsumiya for my new suits, but she’s a bit busy, so let’s get your measurements and then talk to Pulmo-”
“Hold on. When did I agree to this?” Samekichi interrupts.
“Oh, excuse me for assuming. Do you not want to dance with Wadanohara after all?” Cherryblod’s smile looks guileless enough, but Samekichi knows him better than that.
It doesn’t stop him from being completely on the mark. “...Ugh. Fine.”
Cherryblod leads him to his house and whips out a tape measure. There are at least seven measurements to take when preparing to get a suit fitted, none of which Samekichi can recall standing still for before. If he did, he’d wonder how he did it.
“Don’t fidget so much,” Cherryblod says, gently chiding. “Stand still and think of Wadanohara.”
There is absolutely no reason that should make him turn red. Now he really doesn’t know if Cherryblod’s messing with him on purpose or not.
Measurements done, Cherryblod calls Pulmo over, who floats around him a few times. “Coolor?”
“...Dark blue.” He doesn’t ever want white, and black’s not as appealing to him anymore either, suit-wise.
She summons up a suit, and makes a few minute adjustments once it’s on him. It’s much less uncomfortable than he expected once everything is one with, he’ll admit that much.
He stares at himself in the mirror, and ignores the two of them oohing and ahhing. The getup doesn’t remind him as much of Sal as he’d expected. Instead he looks… good? Fancy. It’s not something he’d wear every day, but once in a while, it’s okay.
He doesn’t feel like it’s really worth all the fuss until Wadanohara sees him changed into it, later, just before the fancy dress party itself.
“Samekichi, you look amazing!” There’s the biggest smile on her face. “I bet everybody else is going to be jealous.”
Samekichi scratches the back of his neck and tries not to look embarrassed at the praise. “Yeah, it’s… it’s okay. Don’t ask me to wear this all the time.”
“I wouldn’t.” Wadanohara of all people knows why not. “But you look great in it, I can’t wait until the party. Oh - I’d better go get changed too!”
He watches her dart off to her room and waits to be dazzled, though frankly, she could wear a potato sack and to him, she would still be the most beautiful girl in the room.
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Samekichi, Cherryblod, Wadanohara
Pairing(s): Samekichi/Wadanohara
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 685
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Samekichi gets fitted for a suit.
Notes: For the square "dressup/costumes".
Samekichi stares at the invitation in his hands. The invitation, seemingly innocent, remains silent.
“Fancy dress party, huh…?”
He’s never been one for wearing suits. They chafe and itch, and more than that they remind him a little too much of someone else. He could go the rest of his life without wearing a suit and be perfectly content with that.
The thing is that Wadanohara had been really, really excited about the party when he spoke to her about it. Her eyes had sparkled when she talked about asking Tatsumiya to make her a dress just for the occasion, and he knew then and there that he wanted to be the one to go with her. He knew she’d find one of her other familiars to go with if he turned her down, probably Fukami, but he wanted to be the one dancing with her. Even if he was terrible at dancing.
“But if I have to wear a suit…” he mumbles.
“Technically, you don’t have to,” comes a chipper voice. He jolts and realizes that Cherryblod is in front of him. “A formal dress would be just fine.”
Samekichi pulls a face at that. “Not for me.” He has nothing against men who wear dresses - and if he did he wouldn’t mention it in front of Cherryblod, after that party last year - but it doesn’t appeal to him personally.
“Then you’ll have to wear a suit, it looks like,” Cherryblod replies. “Do you not have one?”
Samekichi shakes his head. “Why would I? I hate wearing them. They’re always too itchy and tight-”
“You just haven’t been properly fitted for one. Now, let’s see…” Cherryblod taps his chin, in thought. “I usually bother Tatsumiya for my new suits, but she’s a bit busy, so let’s get your measurements and then talk to Pulmo-”
“Hold on. When did I agree to this?” Samekichi interrupts.
“Oh, excuse me for assuming. Do you not want to dance with Wadanohara after all?” Cherryblod’s smile looks guileless enough, but Samekichi knows him better than that.
It doesn’t stop him from being completely on the mark. “...Ugh. Fine.”
Cherryblod leads him to his house and whips out a tape measure. There are at least seven measurements to take when preparing to get a suit fitted, none of which Samekichi can recall standing still for before. If he did, he’d wonder how he did it.
“Don’t fidget so much,” Cherryblod says, gently chiding. “Stand still and think of Wadanohara.”
There is absolutely no reason that should make him turn red. Now he really doesn’t know if Cherryblod’s messing with him on purpose or not.
Measurements done, Cherryblod calls Pulmo over, who floats around him a few times. “Coolor?”
“...Dark blue.” He doesn’t ever want white, and black’s not as appealing to him anymore either, suit-wise.
She summons up a suit, and makes a few minute adjustments once it’s on him. It’s much less uncomfortable than he expected once everything is one with, he’ll admit that much.
He stares at himself in the mirror, and ignores the two of them oohing and ahhing. The getup doesn’t remind him as much of Sal as he’d expected. Instead he looks… good? Fancy. It’s not something he’d wear every day, but once in a while, it’s okay.
He doesn’t feel like it’s really worth all the fuss until Wadanohara sees him changed into it, later, just before the fancy dress party itself.
“Samekichi, you look amazing!” There’s the biggest smile on her face. “I bet everybody else is going to be jealous.”
Samekichi scratches the back of his neck and tries not to look embarrassed at the praise. “Yeah, it’s… it’s okay. Don’t ask me to wear this all the time.”
“I wouldn’t.” Wadanohara of all people knows why not. “But you look great in it, I can’t wait until the party. Oh - I’d better go get changed too!”
He watches her dart off to her room and waits to be dazzled, though frankly, she could wear a potato sack and to him, she would still be the most beautiful girl in the room.