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Post by Kitty on Nov 14, 2008 2:47:35 GMT -5
His grin broadened a bit more, and became more lopsided as well, when the correct fabric was guessed .... he did so love sick and fineries! However when he went on his Yarrow spheal and arched a brow and gave him an odd look before shrugging it off and deciding ot bring in a bit of logic from his own mother's foul little mouth.
Well ... my own mother says Yarrow's are completely delusional and need to learn their place and quit letting their balls get ot big for their skirts ... but he's a rather crude, bitter man .... so I'm not entirely sure if I should take his word or leave it.
That grin of his returned and he went about wrapping the ribbons around his wrist and tying it just tight enoug to stay, he definitely couldn't redo his hair without a mirror and at least fifteen minutes of free time to ensure that it was perfect. He could go parading around the Capitol with hair that was any less then perfection, someone might actually see that. Not that it'd be very easy to make him feel bad about it but ... well .... it was a matter of pride. |
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Post by Bee on Nov 14, 2008 3:31:08 GMT -5
Iphis shrugged. The region did have some funny ideas about how society should work--personally, Iphis thought everyone should be treated with equal respect, but Mom had said this was naive and that further, men didn't deserve it--but they were generally geniuses at botany, and anyone capable of cultivating such pretty things couldn't be that bad. Mo's mother sounded like he needed a hug, in any event. Lots and lots of loving, soothing hugs.
"He sounds like an interesting fellow," he said, diplomatically, though he was pretty sure that he would leave his word rather than take it. He had never met Mo's mother, but he knew that his own had some pretty formidable balls. He eyed the Lowlander curiously. "Do you need help with your hair or something?" he asked, trying to be helpful. "I can put it back up for you if you like."
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Post by Kitty on Nov 14, 2008 3:41:57 GMT -5
It was a very rare person who'd want to actually hug his mother. To be perfectly honest he wasn't entirely certain what his father saw in the man to begin with, but it really wasn't his place to question that, besides ... the rat had always taken an almost complete personality flop when he and Finistris were together, at least ... when he'd still been in the rat's mind and he could spend time with his father. He bit his tongue, using his little fangs to make a cut in the side of it so he wouldn't start thinking about things to bring himself down. But Iphis seemed to be naturally good at distracting his mind as well and his ears came fully forward once more.
I need a mirror to do it myself ... but if you'd like to well ... I see no harm in that.
He would, of course, be checking the mix's work when he was done ... but it had been to long since someone last toyed with his hair in any way and he enjoyed that quite a bit. He undid the ribbon from his wrist and offered it to the equine/canine once more. |
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Post by Bee on Nov 14, 2008 20:24:06 GMT -5
If anyone thought it a mite strange that a fairy-winged albino was happily toying with the hair of a cravat-wearing Lowlander in the middle of a cafe, they politely kept their bemusement to themselves and kept their eyes on their coffee, which was probably a wise decision, in the long run. Iphis held no particular affection nor any specific repulsion for the color green, but the hair felt as soft and well-cared for as his own.
He murmured approvingly at his own handiwork (he didn't get to play with hair that wasn't his own that often, and getting to focus his attention on someone else's was a nice change) amusing himself by talking: "Ribbons often make an excellent compliment to the right dress. I use them sometimes when I can't find nice flowers." He looked at Morpheus appraisingly, and then smiled widely. "I bet you would look nice in one."
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Post by Kitty on Nov 15, 2008 3:12:40 GMT -5
Even if someone had decided to look a little to long he'd gotten used to such things long ago. When you were a lowlander you always got looks, even if most of them were nothing more then someone expressing their disgust of the region. Which is why he generally chose to prance about the city streets in his animal form, he always got double takes with that. He was entirely whole or, if you'd rather, lacking any of the rot or sickness that general accompanied his coloring. No rot, no ooze, no emaciation ..... he didn't even have wiry fur. He was special .... and he knew it.
And the fingers in his hair were delightful enough for him to close his eyes and once again wish he had the ability to purr.... trilling just didn't have the same effect and he tried not to do it to often. Not to mention that like this he could forget that the one touching him resembled a giant .... disgusting insect. But there he went .... feeding his already rather large ego again, he liked that.
But.... what? A dress?
I .... am not a woman. |
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Post by Bee on Nov 16, 2008 0:33:54 GMT -5
Iphis paused in his hair-toying for a moment and looked at Morpheus in genuine puzzlement, though since Iphis was behind him, the man was not going to see it.
"Well, what does that have to do with anything?" He put the last bits of hair in place, and, after accessing his work and finding it more than satisfactory, moved back to his seat. "Dresses make you feel pretty. And look pretty. Who doesn't love lace? I think you've got a fine frame for it, too."
He thought about his brother Se for a moment and squashed a giggle. Even before he had gotten all built and rather intimidating-looking, a dress still had looked a bit strange on him, though quite striking in its own way, if he did say so himself. His brain was already going off on ideas, drifting into a happy dreamspace of design: "Something nice and elegant. Some Juliette sleeves, a nice full skirt, maybe a patterned shawl."
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Post by Kitty on Nov 16, 2008 2:16:46 GMT -5
Well, aren't dresses for women and weirdos?
He arched a brow and tilted his head back to look at the mix and he ended up seeing him upside down from this position. It would be a rather... awkward looking one as well, but he did have that long weasel neck so it didn't bother him at all. Well ... except for the little fact that looking upside down at someone for an extended period of time was weird and awkward by it's self.
When the Heart moved back ot his seat he picked his head back up into a normal position and continued to eye him with an arched brow until a bit of his own vanity finally decided to come forward.
But ... I am pretty.I don't need some frilly dress to be.
Iphis seemed genuinely confused by his suggestion though ... and that confused him to the point of causing him to tilt his head to the side. He already had ideas of what to put him in?
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Post by Bee on Nov 17, 2008 21:58:39 GMT -5
"I never said you weren't." He did, after all, have very soft and lovely hair and, as far as Iphis could tell, great fashion sense. "They just enhance things."
Like adding flowers to a nice table made everything seem brighter and happier and mesh better, or how sometimes a little powder a human's face gave it that little extra something. Or something. It was a difficult concept for him to explain, especially since he never gave much thought to why he wore them. It had just always felt right. And it made him happier, so why wouldn't it make other people happier? Flimsy logic, perhaps, but it had always seemed pretty applicable to most situations, so he went with it, and it generally worked.
"It's perfectly normal; you'll see, if you put one on. They're good for getting attention too; that's nice sometimes."
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Post by Kitty on Nov 17, 2008 23:44:53 GMT -5
I never said you weren't.
He closed his eyes and smirked a bit in satisfaction, but it only lasted a moment before something else else, a memory, flitted through his mind and made him a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't going ot think about that right now ... not about that voice, or those pretty green eyes. Today was not about the Highlander, today was about the Torquehelm. He cleared his throat and brought a hand up, shielding his eyes as he found the position of the sun and made a good estimate of the time based on that alone.
Your logic is beyond me at this point, but I do have some time before the store I need opens. I'd like to see your designs.
He put his arm back down and peered at the cross, giving him a pretty smile wrapped in Diamond charm. He was going to be using the venture to distract himself from his thoughts, but Iphis didn't need to know that, and Mo certainly had no intentions of telling him. Besides, he was genuinely curious now ... |
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Post by Bee on Nov 19, 2008 14:37:20 GMT -5
Iphis was quite thrilled with Morpheus's sudden interest in seeing his work, though it presented a couple of problems. He really was going to need to move his work out of his apartment, soon--he was certainly feeling the lack of space (and no matter how well he cleaned, pins tended to poke out of chairs and surprise unprepared guests and scraps of fabric ended up in odd places...like pies), and he didn't think Zeev was quite fond of having so many people come and go.
But! Potential business was never to be turned away, and besides, he liked Morpheus and the idea of tricking him out in pretty clothes, no matter what kind he preferred. (And, he had to admit, he was just proud of his work generally and liked showing it off. It couldn't be helped.)
"My apartment-shash-work studio isn't far off; I'll show you."
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