PANTS

[crazyknifeboy]

Anyone who was wandering through the main clothes room of HQ would find a rather odd sight: Belarus sitting in the middle of the room, with a pile of cargo pants on each side of him. One pair is resting inside out on his lap, and he's cutting the backs of the main pockets out of the pants. Once he finishes that, he flips the pants the right way out

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\o/ Huzzah!

[crazyknifeboy]

[Glances up and smiles before looking back down at the pants.]

Oh, hi. It's for my knives. I keep some of them strapped to my legs, so I need a way to get at them. [Snip snip snip.]

Ditto. *3*

[crazyknifeboy]

[Splutters.] No! That would not- Hey! [Glaregrumble.] Why'd you knock those over?

Ehhh, there's sorta been a string of minor bad things that have been happening, but I'm ok. You?

[crazyknifeboy]

[...] Riiiiiiiiight.

No. No it wouldn't. [He really doesn't want to argue this, mostly because he's afraid that you're going to bring up the fact that he agreed to cross dress for you at some point. So he's just going to stare very intently at the extremely difficult task of pants altering. And no he's not blushing what would make you think that.]

Yeah I think everyone's pissed at Lj >_>. Thanks. ♥

[crazyknifeboy]

[He stiffens and hunches his shoulders. He's working hard to make himself as pitiable as possible.] Do I have to?

Yeah, I'm- [Well, no he isn't really sorry about that. But he knows he should have helped you.] sorry. About that.

D'awwww. :3

[crazyknifeboy]

[Crumples. His masculinity, he can see it dying in front of his eyes. :<]

Right. So. What do you want. [Oh god this is actually happening, why is this this happening what is the world coming to?] Do you want. Me. [You can still stop now, just make a break for the door, you're faster than her when she doesn't cheat, you can make it!]

To wear? [...The end is nigh.]

Agreed.

[crazyknifeboy]

[That is still up for debate.]

[He gets dragged along, and looks wistfully back at his piles of pants. Oh pants. He will miss you greatly.]

But remember we agreed. No pictures!

It may need to move elsewhere soonish, however. >_>

[crazyknifeboy]

[He's really hoping you'll keep your word about that. Not that he doesn't trust you, he's just unnerved by this whole thing. He stands out of your way, avoiding the clothes being strewn everywhere. From the way he's standing it seems that he's hoping if he makes himself look small enough he'll disappear entirely.

So far...no such luck.]

[crazyknifeboy]

[The words 'dress' and 'skirt' pierce his heart and make his soul cry.]

[Wait what?]

[He looks down at his legs, shifting a little, and really hoping that you don't mean what he thinks you mean. After a minute he looks back up at you, praying that that will be sufficient.]

Uhm...what?