Now it was Reina’s turn to drag Dorian as she knew where she was going. His heart started to race a bit as his mind started to have a few ideas on what kind of shop would sell a lacy, black, floral detailed corset. These thoughts ran through his head faster than Reina was dragging him as he thought about how this would look if anyone recognized them before he came to a very sudden realization. He didn’t have to follow her into the shop…he could just explain exactly what they needed, and she could get if even if he had to put some designs on it after the fact. This revelation put him at ease as they stopped.
“Alrighty, then,” he said, gently removing himself from Reina’s grip. “I’ll let you tackle this one, then, and just…wait for you out here.” He turned to go and felt Reina regain her hold on him even tighter than before.
“Don’t be such a prude, Dorian,” she huffed. “It’s not like I’m actually buying it for you, is it? Besides, you’ve already seen me in something from here, anyway…. If it really bothers you that much, maybe try and pretend that we’re actually a couple.” Dorian wished for only two things at that moment as she led him towards the shop. The first being that he had been allowed to wait outside…the second being that she had said literally anything but that. Before he was able to voice these concerns, however, she had already dragged him into the, thankfully, empty shop. This didn’t stop him from looking over his shoulder towards the exit so much that it looked like he had a twitch.
“Excuse me, can I help you two?” Dorian resisted the urge to jump out of his skin as a clerk came over to them, probably noticing Reina’s searching look.
“Yeah, we’re looking for something a little specific,” Reina answered.
“Ah…something for the boyfriend?” Dorian could feel the heat rise to his cheeks at the clerk’s smile, but neither of them seemed to notice…at least he hoped so. He opened his mouth to explain their situation before Reina reattached herself to his arm, smiling sweetly.
“I was going to make it a surprise for him,” she cooed, “but I just couldn’t find the chance to get away from him to get it. Besides…why not have the expert, right?” If it had been possible, Dorian would’ve melted into a blob and slimed his way out of the situation and into the first hole he found to die. He never knew such levels of embarrassment existed and could be felt by a single person…but he powered through…but he was going to have words about this later.
“Shame that she ruined her little surprise,” he said, putting an arm around Reina’s waist and returning her smile. “But I suppose it can’t be helped now, can it?” He pulled her closer and she clung on just a little tighter. “Anyway, she was planning on getting a black corset….” He didn’t really like the mischievous grin the clerk suddenly had any more than he liked the situation he found himself in. “Yes, I know…how cliché.”
“I think we might have just the right thing for you two,” she offered, gesturing towards the back. “Corsets are over that way, and if you need help finding anything else, just ask.” They both nodded a quick thanks and walked towards the back, Dorian waiting until he was sure they were out of sight before letting go of Reina, freeing himself from her now relaxed grip and putting his hands either side of her head as she smirked up at him.
“Can I help you?” she asked, smugly. While he was trying to avoid glaring at her, he could feel the hardening of his features as he was sure his face was flushed. Reina started to giggle a little as Dorian couldn’t find the words. “The look on your face.... Oh my god, I need to have a picture of that….”
“Laugh it up, Clover,” he growled, unconsciously inching closer. “Just be thankful I played along with it….” Her giggling turned into a snorting giggle which brought a smile to his face. “You really are getting a kick out of my embarrassment, aren’t you?”
“It’s only better since I called you a good boy the other day,” she breathed, trying to calm herself to seriousness. “I mean…you don’t really seem like a prude. You wouldn’t be out of place on a street corner with a cigarette in your mouth as you wait for a girl to strike your fancy, plough her for the night and never talk to her again.”
“That’s awfully specific,” he noted, “Is that really you impression on how I look?” Reina gave him a slightly hurt look.
“I mean,” she started before realizing she had nothing to say to that. “God you really know how to make someone feel like an arse, don’t you? You just pull out this little puppy dog look….” She turned her head, and it was only then that Dorian realized the position they were win…and how close he’d been to her face. “Listen, even if that’s what you look like from a glance, and much of an arse as you can actually be, I’m really glad you’re not.” Her smirk slowly returned as she turned to face him, her breath on his lips. “Now…are you gonna be a good boy and let me go, or are you looking for some kind of comeuppance?”
“You get to tease me, so I feel I get to tease you a bit,” he smirked, removing his hands. She stuck her tongue out but could see the effect she had on him. “On a side note, can I just say exactly how much I regret looking like me right now? I’m terrified someone from school’s gonna happen to see us….”
“As if they could actually see this far to figure out that it’s me and you,” Reina countered, looking at one of the corsets. “If it bothers you that much, you can go ahead and find a bench to sit on, Babe….” His very audible sigh of relief only served to widen her smirk which Dorian didn’t pay attention to as he slipped out of the shop and wait. There was little doubt in his mind as he watched Reina, who had grabbed a few other things, talk with the clerk that they were talking about him. He wasn’t sure what they were saying as he couldn’t read lips, but by the looks they occasionally gave him, he knew she was keeping up the act.
“Took your sweet time, didn’t you?” he asked as Reina walked back to him.
“Can’t help when she was asking questions about you,” she smiled. “At least that should be it then, yeah?”
“Not quite,” he corrected. “I’ve got to pick up my own wig from my hairdresser, and then you and I need to get something to eat because, frankly, I’m pretty hungry and I’m not going to listen to you complain about how hungry you are on the way home.” They went on their way, not really stopping to chat with Dorian’s hairdresser before heading back to the food court for a slightly early dinner. When they were back on the train, Dorian decided to take advantage of their empty car to say something. “Did you not have enough earlier before we left?”
“What d’you mean?” she asked. Dorian leaned back in his seat, pondering his next words extremely carefully.
“I literally just saw you eat an almost stunning amount of a mall’s hibachi,” he explained. “If you were that hungry, you could’ve just said something, y’know?” If looks could kill, Dorian was willing to bet some serious money that he’d be at least bruised. “I mean…I’m not trying to be an arse, but it was equally incredibly surprising and impressive to watch….”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she answered, smiling. “Seems only fair that you actually learn something about me from what I’ve learned about you.” She leaned back and stretched a bit. “Though…from you cosplaying and liking being called a good boy…I wonder what else you’re hiding. Maybe something a little more normal…you stream?”
“Actuall, yes, I do,” he offered, leaning back again. “Not a ton, but I try to get one up at least once a week. I use the donations to fuel both my living habits and my cosplay expenses. I usually do it on…the…weekend….” His eyes grew wide as a sudden realization hit him like a freight train. “Fuck…I’m supposed to be streaming tonight in an hour….”
“Mind if I sit in on tonight’s stream?” Reina asked.
“Sure. I was actually planning on this being my first stream with face-cam, so that'll be fun” Dorian shrugged. “But basically, we’re going to get back to my place, put the stuff somewhere where Gizmo and Felix can’t bother it, and change if we can before hopping on. I’ve got a spare headset if you want and maybe a spare controller if you’re feeling feisty.”
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