Repression and compartmentalization? Nadia was all about those things. Just so long as she got to see the boy smile. She peered at him with a mock look of suspicion. "Alfred has been poisoning your mind. I'll have to be putting a stop to that. . . ."
Then she smiled back. "So there's this prom thing on Saturday. Apparently there's a rule where you absolutely have to have a date to go to it. But Veronica and I found a loophole: your date could just be a friend." She shrugged. "Wanna go to the prom?"
Prom? He'd kind of completely forgotten about that in the middle of that whole breakup thing.
"Um..." This was kind of weird, but it almost definitely beat the hell out of spending that night in his room, moping. "Alright. Is it a regular dance or more formal?"
"I wonder if I should have mine sent from home...?" Wiggling his toes in his shoes, he shook his head. "No, I think I've grown too much. I wonder if there's any chance of having one made in time?"
"Not necessarily," Walter returned her smirk and went to open a window and have a cigarette. "I can take my own measurements and call home. There has to be someone on the island who could make any necessary alterations. I'm sure you'd look quite dashing in a tuxedo."
Probably not as dashing as Walter would, but the idea was starting to grow on her. "I don't know. Would I want a cumerbund or a vest?"
She gave up on talking Walter into a dress, though. Some things should just never be done. For one, she was pretty sure Walter wasn't trained up enough to pull the look off with the proper sense of dignity.
Definitely not even a snowball's chance in hell that Walter would be seen in a dress... unless...
"You want to wear a tux? You should take one of those pills Dr. Not-Bel gave you before the London trip, remember? It will be easier to find you one that doesn't have to deal with," he drew a set of female curves in the air with his hands.
Nadia looked off to one side for a moment, considering. "You just want to see me be a boy again. Because boy-me was pretty good looking." She crossed her arms. "Okay, but if I'm going to be a boy in a tux, you have to be a girl in a dress."
Then she smiled back. "So there's this prom thing on Saturday. Apparently there's a rule where you absolutely have to have a date to go to it. But Veronica and I found a loophole: your date could just be a friend." She shrugged. "Wanna go to the prom?"
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"Um..." This was kind of weird, but it almost definitely beat the hell out of spending that night in his room, moping. "Alright. Is it a regular dance or more formal?"
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She'd meant it as a joke, but actually, that could be fun. . . .
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Well, and knitting.
"No idea." She shrugged with a smirk. "You'll just have to either buy one pre-made like the rest of us slobs, or wear a dress."
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She gave up on talking Walter into a dress, though. Some things should just never be done. For one, she was pretty sure Walter wasn't trained up enough to pull the look off with the proper sense of dignity.
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"You want to wear a tux? You should take one of those pills Dr. Not-Bel gave you before the London trip, remember? It will be easier to find you one that doesn't have to deal with," he drew a set of female curves in the air with his hands.
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