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[smartass_captain]

It's like dreaming that you're falling and then waking up. That's exactly what it feels like. But the two of them are no longer in the Nexus. There's a faint hum underfoot and the floor is hard under the thin carpeting.

"--and here we are." Jim lets go of Felix's hand and gives the other a smirk. "That location brings you directly to my quarters on the ship. Which well, is your third present. The last one is this way. Good thing you've got your new digs, yeah?" Jim heads to the door and presses a few buttons.

The door opens with a whisper. "I'm gonna show you the best view you'll ever see."

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[smartass_captain]

Is it shockingly Violet? Does Jim have to wear a thong to keep from exposing himself? No? Then it probably isn't going to look that bad. It doesn't escape Jim's notice, however, that this particular set was made for someone with shorter legs than he has, because the hardened leather skirt is a bit shorter than the last one.

Felix wants to play dirty does he? Jim can play dirty. It takes a little rummaging and careful concealing in his pile of clothes, but after a moment Jim makes a sort of frustrated noise before--"Felix? I need a hand. Are you trying to armor me up or put me in chains?"

[conjuredskies]

A conversation on undershirt options is cut short as Felix blinks in his direction. "It can't be that hard, surely. I mean, it's not as if it's full plate..."

But just in case, he's coming over to duck behind the curtain without seriously questioning what the matter could be.

Sorry not sorry

[smartass_captain]

Jim's bent over reaching around to try and fetch a lace that seems to be threaded a bit too short to reach. It's shifting the clothes upward enough for Felix to see bruises--the evidence of their revelry the night before, and to realize that Jim has apparently shucked his briefs in an attempt to be more 'authentically' dressed.

"I swear all this thing does is cling and ride up, Felix." Jim huffs in mock frustration. Jim said he'd try on the cloths. He didn't say he'd behave.

what is sorry even

[conjuredskies]

Aaaaall right that is not the view he was expecting even if it's entirely welcome and- and just breathe out, Felix. He makes a odd litle sound in his throat, then slides further in to the dressing cubicle with a cough and a squeaky "Ah."

For lack of immediate words, he steps in to get the offending lace and try to adjust the leather plates down again. Not that it's going to be enough. He can try to get his mouth working again though. "Um. Yes. I see what you mean. It's... a very poor fit."

Although if Jim's helping it along, he won't have a hope of realizing that until some point after his brain restarts.

[smartass_captain]

"You picked this on purpose. " He sounds vaguely accusing, but he's having a hard time not laughing at the face Felix is making. And in fact after a few moments Jim is beside himself laughing.

"Sorry, sorry. That wasn't fair. I legitimately can't get this damn thing on right, but I did shuck the underwear as revenge for the contortions you put me in to get this."

[conjuredskies]

"Yes, but I didn't think it was this..." He admits it without thinking, still trying to figure out what the problems are before Jim breaks down laughing.

"...Oh." He lets out a sharp exhalation, starting to grin sheepishly at his own alarm now. He must have looked like such a fool for a minute. "Stendarr, where's a pillow when you need it? I thought I'd have to tell you we still have underwear in Skyrim."

[smartass_captain]

"Pretty sure I knew that based on prior evidence." Jim replies with a grin. He laughs again and straightens up, although it's clear that the armor really doesn't fit him all that well.

"Help me wriggle out of this will you? I'll get dressed and we can find something else that actually fits." He shakes his head.

[conjuredskies]

"If you must." Felix seems to have quite recovered from the teasing.

Jim's about to get a taste of why squires and attendants are so necessary to a knight: even with ill-fitting light armor an extra pair of hands makes it far easier to shed.

"Hmm, we can get your rough measurements right and then test how much weight is comfortable." He's bearing in mind that the weight of something when you're standing in the armory is rarely the same as its weight after a few hours on a mountain path (which is in turn different after a couple of weeks).

[smartass_captain]

"You're taking this pretty seriously for a disguise." Jim pokes, grinning as he pulls his clothes back on quickly. He's done playing around. "It's kinda cute how dedicated you are."

The captain chuckles once more before his head emerges from his shirt, skewing his hair a bit.

"The furs weren't bad, but yeah, whatever works. I'm gonna have to get some underclothes too, this stuff chafes like a bastard."

[conjuredskies]

"Unless space captains are arrow-proof, it still has to protect you," he points out. His tone is light, but he's not kidding. If he knew they were just going to hang around in the better sort of town it would be different.

"If you get the fit right, the chafing eases after a while. But yes, you'll need a new undershirt, at the very least. Good socks, as well."

He'll duck out ahead of the captain to go searching the selection of leathers. Lest the shopkeeper have time to start giving him meaningful looks, he rattles off a series of remarks on the fit of the last cuirass, enlisting her expertise to help him find something better.