[ Weiss can't help covering her mouth as she laughs, but if it were anybody else? He might have bristled up and growled out of embarrassment. Instead, he grumbles and blushes a little harder when she teases him for his reaction. Did he lose track of the reins on his emotions that easily with her?
"I'll take that as a 'yes', though." ]
Yes.
[ Even if the remainder of her clothes and wardrobe were supposed to be on the more casual side though, before she can slip back in, he makes it a point that he'll be more upfront about what she's wearing from now on! No more bumbling like some idiot, genuine as the reaction to how gorgeous it was on her had been. Clapping his cheeks and focusing up, he patiently waits as she cycles outfits, stripping down and up for him over and over again as she emerges with new outfits.
See, he's supposed to be critical. But there's one problem. Every. Single. Goddamn. Outfit. Looked. Good? On?? Her!?!
And yet. True to his word, whether it was some extravagant dress fit for a ballroom dance, or something frillier yet lighter... He's composed. He tells her exactly what he's thinking every time. ]
Freakin gorgeous. [ Next one. ] Cute as hell. [ And the next one that shows a little more cleavage and a skirt that's not scandalously short but shows off some leg? ] You look sexy.
[ Rinse and repeat... ]
Cute. [ . . . ] Pretty cute. [ . . . ] That looks hot on you.
no subject
"I'll take that as a 'yes', though." ]
Yes.
[ Even if the remainder of her clothes and wardrobe were supposed to be on the more casual side though, before she can slip back in, he makes it a point that he'll be more upfront about what she's wearing from now on! No more bumbling like some idiot, genuine as the reaction to how gorgeous it was on her had been. Clapping his cheeks and focusing up, he patiently waits as she cycles outfits, stripping down and up for him over and over again as she emerges with new outfits.
See, he's supposed to be critical. But there's one problem. Every. Single. Goddamn. Outfit. Looked. Good? On?? Her!?!
And yet. True to his word, whether it was some extravagant dress fit for a ballroom dance, or something frillier yet lighter... He's composed. He tells her exactly what he's thinking every time. ]
Freakin gorgeous. [ Next one. ] Cute as hell. [ And the next one that shows a little more cleavage and a skirt that's not scandalously short but shows off some leg? ] You look sexy.
[ Rinse and repeat... ]
Cute. [ . . . ] Pretty cute. [ . . . ] That looks hot on you.
[ DANGER! DANGER! YOU ARE REACHING MAXIMUM PRAISE
KINKCAPACITY! ]