Gramma loves her kids...
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Continuation of mrcrybrilliance.livejournal.com/76777.html
He stood outside the door cursing creatively and boldly in several languages under his breath. Nate and Jie would both pay for their insistence of "fairness." Though Mamoru and Minako had been the ones to convince him to do so. Proof that the two of them could get him to do anything at all.
Outwardly, he was the image of calm. He stood steadily on the heels--thankfully not too high since he was already a tall man. The dress fell past his knees and came in at his waist. His wife had claimed that this would emphasize his calves which were "very nice." He had long known better than to argue with the Senshi of Love and Beauty.
Fortunately, there had been no wager this time, so it was not considered cheating to have someone else do his makeup. The downside of that was that he could never remember wanting to commit violence against Minako quite as much as he had when she was giggling while she covered his stubble with base. Or while she had styled his hair.
He did not admit it much, he did not have to, but he was proud of his hair. Not vain the way Zoe was, or even Nate, but his hair was a source of pride whether he wore it down or pulled back in a simple queue. Minako had used some kid of gel in it and curled it. Kadir had to admit that the result was nice, but it was not his hair.
Nails dug into his palms as he curled his hands into fists at his side. That might have been the worst. "I don't see why you'd have a problem with pink fingernails, hun! Your stone is pink." He had simply sighed and allowed her to apply the press-ons.
As the MC announced, "And now for a new-comer tonight: Kunzia Janoob!" he grimaced at the name. It was horribly obvious, both as a drag name and as a clue to his "other" identity. Of course, the kunzite jewelry Minako had found and insisted he wear did not help that matter. Clip on earrings in the translucent pink stone hung from his ears while an indecently large stone nestled between his stuffed breasts.
He managed not to scowl too much as he took the stage, the grace of a warrior having to substitute for that of a woman. Kadir had no desire to win any contests, so he quickly found the group--Minako's squealing and the catcalls from the guys made it impossible not to--and sang his song, in his own range. He was only a mediocre singer as it was, he was not going to try for a falsetto. Looking at Minako, ignoring his own embarrassment--which he was pretty sure was at an all time high--and everything and everyone else in the club (especially Nate and Haruka), he began to sing:
You are so beautiful to me
You are so beautiful to me
Can't you see
Your everything I hoped for
Your everything I need
You are so beautiful to me
Such joy and happiness you bring
Such joy and happiness you bring
Like a dream
A guiding light that shines in the night
Heavens gift to me
You are so beautiful to me
Continuation of mrcrybrilliance.livejournal.com/76777.html
He stood outside the door cursing creatively and boldly in several languages under his breath. Nate and Jie would both pay for their insistence of "fairness." Though Mamoru and Minako had been the ones to convince him to do so. Proof that the two of them could get him to do anything at all.
Outwardly, he was the image of calm. He stood steadily on the heels--thankfully not too high since he was already a tall man. The dress fell past his knees and came in at his waist. His wife had claimed that this would emphasize his calves which were "very nice." He had long known better than to argue with the Senshi of Love and Beauty.
Fortunately, there had been no wager this time, so it was not considered cheating to have someone else do his makeup. The downside of that was that he could never remember wanting to commit violence against Minako quite as much as he had when she was giggling while she covered his stubble with base. Or while she had styled his hair.
He did not admit it much, he did not have to, but he was proud of his hair. Not vain the way Zoe was, or even Nate, but his hair was a source of pride whether he wore it down or pulled back in a simple queue. Minako had used some kid of gel in it and curled it. Kadir had to admit that the result was nice, but it was not his hair.
Nails dug into his palms as he curled his hands into fists at his side. That might have been the worst. "I don't see why you'd have a problem with pink fingernails, hun! Your stone is pink." He had simply sighed and allowed her to apply the press-ons.
As the MC announced, "And now for a new-comer tonight: Kunzia Janoob!" he grimaced at the name. It was horribly obvious, both as a drag name and as a clue to his "other" identity. Of course, the kunzite jewelry Minako had found and insisted he wear did not help that matter. Clip on earrings in the translucent pink stone hung from his ears while an indecently large stone nestled between his stuffed breasts.
He managed not to scowl too much as he took the stage, the grace of a warrior having to substitute for that of a woman. Kadir had no desire to win any contests, so he quickly found the group--Minako's squealing and the catcalls from the guys made it impossible not to--and sang his song, in his own range. He was only a mediocre singer as it was, he was not going to try for a falsetto. Looking at Minako, ignoring his own embarrassment--which he was pretty sure was at an all time high--and everything and everyone else in the club (especially Nate and Haruka), he began to sing:
You are so beautiful to me
You are so beautiful to me
Can't you see
Your everything I hoped for
Your everything I need
You are so beautiful to me
Such joy and happiness you bring
Such joy and happiness you bring
Like a dream
A guiding light that shines in the night
Heavens gift to me
You are so beautiful to me