[ Sadly, the outfit range in Fiore isn't as diverse, but definitely out there by most people's standards. Being able to talk with him about their own special abilities has been a nice plus to their relationship, too.. Outside of the obvious chance to match and coordinate their outfits for Maximum Denial About Their Relationship. It gives her an excuse to get a little closer to him, both emotionally and physically— just like how he is now, with her hand grasping his.
Taking care of him, hypothetically or not, is her job through and through. If it means letting him get his fingers prune-y in her magic, just to sleep—or pass out? she hasn't thought about the details yet— just say the word. But if he wants to do something to detract them from their privately built atmosphere, the one that makes her feel giddy about their time together, it simply won't happen. Buttons? More like another thing in her way of a nice evening with her roommate, friend, and definitely not her date?
Realistically, they'll both probably have to deal with that at a later time when they come full circle, but that's not something she's concerned about. Juvia, not being from New York City, does not know what the hell that expression (white people? ??? can't dance??) is, but nods anyway. One day she'll tell him she has no idea what he's talking about... ]
Oh.. [ Ah, cute.. She doesn't bother hiding the amusement she feels at figuring out what he means. It makes sense that he wouldn't be good at it, it's exactly how she imagined it to be. She feels disgustingly endeared to the way he tries to explain it, even if he is putting himself down in the process. ] Would you be willing to show Juvia your absolute best tonight?
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Taking care of him, hypothetically or not, is her job through and through. If it means letting him get his fingers prune-y in her magic, just to sleep—or pass out? she hasn't thought about the details yet— just say the word. But if he wants to do something to detract them from their privately built atmosphere, the one that makes her feel giddy about their time together, it simply won't happen. Buttons? More like another thing in her way of a nice evening with her roommate, friend, and definitely not her date?
Realistically, they'll both probably have to deal with that at a later time when they come full circle, but that's not something she's concerned about. Juvia, not being from New York City, does not know what the hell that expression (white people? ??? can't dance??) is, but nods anyway. One day she'll tell him she has no idea what he's talking about... ]
Oh.. [ Ah, cute.. She doesn't bother hiding the amusement she feels at figuring out what he means. It makes sense that he wouldn't be good at it, it's exactly how she imagined it to be. She feels disgustingly endeared to the way he tries to explain it, even if he is putting himself down in the process. ] Would you be willing to show Juvia your absolute best tonight?