it's a (reverse) traaaaap

[princedetective]

Who: princedetective; OPEN OPEN OPEN LAUGH AT THE TRAP.
Where: The streets of Discedo
When: Today
Rating: PG ? IDK.
Summary: Naoto wears a dress, which apparently isn't crossdressing because apparently Naoto is a girl. Details at eleven.
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[naoto_rennt]

Naoto had just been patrolling, like he does most of the time, when he seems someone run down the street. He frowns, feeling for the comforting weight of his gun in its shoulder holster, worried something might be up--

And then he recognises the figure-- Shirogane? It couldn't be, though. He's wearing a dress-- a really, really pink one.

For a moment he's afraid that the whole of Discedo is going to wear dresses (after all, you never know what might happen, and he doesn't look good in pink), and then he realises something horrible.

Shirogane looks like a girl.

Not sure if he should say something, he just stands there, hand raised in awkward greeting.

[princedetective]

Not just any girl, other Naoto. A girl with boobs. Arms stiff and rigid at her sides to keep her from hugging them over herself-there is no need for such foolishness, there is no need for self consciousness, you are a girl and that doesn't matter, no one will think less of-oh, dammit, it's Serizawa. Naoto freezes midstep and her eyes go wide and cheeks go pinker, and she wants to turn and run but doesn't allow herself to.

Face up to it. Remember what you learned (But to be a girl who dresses like a boy is different, it's just different, she's never done it before-). "Serizawa." She speaks stiffly.

[naoto_rennt]

He doesn't look at that kind of thing, what do you take him for?

Well, he may be looking, but just a little-- and that's mostly because he's trying to figure out if this is actually happening or if this is just a dream. A very weird dream where he imagines his male colleague are girls wearing pink frilly dresses... in which case he needs to snap out of it before the chief comes along.

"S-Shirogane. You're uh." He makes a lame gesture. "Hi."

[princedetective]

Don't run away. Don't run away. Don't run away. Just repeats that over and over in her head. No running. No hitting him either. No violence. Face up to it. You're a girl, girls dress like this. Why did it have to be Serizawa? At least Senpai, Kazuki, knew she was a girl. And she was starting to get the distinct feeling...

...Oh, screw this. There go her arms after all, tight over her chest, fingers digging in to her arms, jaw clenched tight. She nods stiffly at his greeting, or perhaps in answer to his unspoken question. She's never felt more like a seventeen-year-old girl than at this moment, and Naoto promptly decides she hates the feeling.

[ilpresto]

Ever since the roof at Latimir had collapsed, Kazuki had had to find other places to practice his music. The apartment he lived in was full up with people from Tir's world, and the lobby usually had people hanging around heater, so that ruled out the closest places... Lately, he had been making a commute to the high school to use the music room. Now he was heading back.

He's more than a little downtrodden. Demyx leaving was kind of a blow, being one of the first friends he had made in Discedo. And now it seemed like Float was falling apart without him. Kazuki had been trying to distract himself with work and assembling the emergency response team, but when his trumpet faltered, it reminded him how upset he really was.

Walking while staring at his feet, he wasn't noticing his surroundings. Sighing heavily, he lifted his head up just enough to notice something pink on the edge of his vision...?

[princedetective]

Something pink and fast moving, in point of fact; she's not quite running but it's a pretty narrow line. Not paying her attentions much surrounding, despite "patrolling." Just wants to get this over with. Fast. She's in front of Kazuki and barreling away; maybe hard to recognize considering the dress thing.

[ilpresto]

"Woah, hey!"

And there rushes past a little pink cruise missile. At first Kazuki doesn't recognize them, but there's certainly something familiar; That height, and that hair color...

That's impossible. Naoto wouldn't be caught dead in something that girly, right? But his curiosity's been piqued, and he follows after, catching up quickly with a stride that's nearly double hers.

"Hey, wait a second!"

[princedetective]

When Kazuki calls after her, she automatically pauses, and then remembers, well, dress. No. Him. No-something incoherent like that, but she did falter, and then he had caught up with her and that's a bust. She grabs for her arms with her hands-look, her chest isn't bound-and wants to give him a look like don't say a word but can't look any higher than, say, knee level. "W- what is it?"

/end of patrol tag teammmm

[pursuestruth]

Souji was hanging out with Yosuke in the lobby of Latimir. Conveniently in time to catch Naoto returning from her patrol.

He was a polite enough boy to not let his jaw drop in surprise. However, he could not stop himself from staring.

"Naoto-kun?"

[masukukunai]

Yousuke, sprawled out on a couch in from of the heater, lifted his head up to look where Souji was.

And it was glorious.

[princedetective]

Finally, she was thinking, stressed and anxious and cold, really, tense and oddly exhausted. Finally. Four flights of stairs and then I can burn this dress and never speak of it again-someone said her name, and she looked up.

...Damn it.

Souji was bad enough, but Hanamura-senpai, too? She stopped short at the sight of them both and seriously considered turning and fleeing back outside, face frozen and pinker than her damn dress.

[pursuestruth]

Souji smiled in greeting, a little smile that was a little restrained so she didn't think he was making fun of her. Because really, this was a pleasant and eye-pleasing surprise that almost didn't seem real, were it not in front of him.

"Hey. What's the occasion, Naoto-kun?"