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Heyyyyyyyyy, you know who you've got, babe. Say what you've gotta say.

[A long pause.

Shuffling.

Cloth.

Clatter.

Another long pause.

The actual cacophony of Finch's dorm.

And if you haven't hung up YET:]

Saints! Is this still o-?

[BEEEEEEEEEP.]

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WithStyle: You know, before this place I'd wonder how you could get romantic in situations like that but that's pretty accurate to here.

WithStyle: But yes. I will get you something that will put his damn jaw on the floor and you can decide whether to pick it up for him or if he's better on his knees.

WithStyle: (ˉ▽￣～)

KennedyRonan: I am very embarrassed to read you say something like that but I suppose I can’t be too embarrassed since I did reach out to you. But please have some discretion for a time. I do not think he’s the type to get embarrassed but I will be by later tonight.

WithStyle: He is absolutely not. Well, not in the usual ways.
WithStyle: I wouldn't ruin it for the world. See you soon.

[ later… a knock knock on Finch door, hesitant. ]

[Jesper answers the door. He has that bright, healthy glow and nearly manic air he always gets after using his powers.]

Oh EXCELLENT timing. I'm almost done.

Did. . . I come too early?

Right on time.

[He steps aside and leads her into the chaos of Finch.

The fabric on the worktable looks SO silky. And very blue.]

Oh. . . wow. . . .

I know, I know! Speechless. But WAIT until we get it on you.

Oh. Right. I'm . . . going to wear it.

[If she lets him, he'll pick up one of her hands and kisses the top of it. Light and playful.]

And when you do, he's not going to be able to look at anyone, or anywhere else.

[ he definitely can and she seems both shocked by that and his words ]

You think so. . .?

I know so. [He squeezes her hand lightly and lets go.]

If you want to try it on, there's the bathroom right down the way.

You. . . um. Thank you. . .

[ hesitates before gently picking it up and heading for the bathroom to change ]

[He drapes himself over a chair to wait. What's he doing in the mean time? Honestly, probably spamming NNK with sniktok videos he finds.]

[ it doesn't take her too long to change but she spends an extra moment fidgeting before coming out. And even then she hangs near the bathroom door. ]

Does. . . it look all right on me?

Oh...

Saints. That really DOES work out, doesn't it?

It. . . you made it so nicely but am I. . . am I doing it justice?

[He pushes up out of his chair and walks around her, looking for fit and areas he might have to take in...]

Hold still.

[And he reaches out to fffffiiiiiiixxxxxx................... nothing happens.]

Huh?

[ she stays still

waiting, for something to happen, ]

[WHY DOES HE ALWAYS FORGE- oh yeah he's left grisha none powers in comparison to most people her.]

I'll just get some pins, hold that there.

Oh. Um. Sorry.

[ does as he asks, not fidgeting but shifting her weight back and forth ]

It's not. . . too difficult is it?

I can pretend it is. [He comes back with a small set of pins. He gathers some of the fabric up at her side, and fixes it into place one pin at a time.]

I've got a knack for drama.

That's. . . good, right? Um, theater and all. . .

I've gotten to be an actor now and then. It's pretty fun.

Arms up a second?

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