ok gimme 20 and im gonna meet you but you better dress up too or im really gonna look like an asshole.
[As promised in about 20 minutes Beau is gonna knock quickly and loudly on Yasha's door. Normally she's all about respecting her lady by not bashing on her stuff but she is slightly flustered by the outfit that has had a non-zero amount of effort put in.
She has a button up shirt tied up under her blue bralette and a short, tartan skirt that absolutely never gets worn over black bike shorts that absolutely do get worn. All paired up with white, knee high socks and no shoes. Fuck shoes.]
[Yasha has to deep dive into her closet to find something that works for this, it's not like she owns a blazer or a pant suit or something. But she finds a dress that she can literally rip in half to make a pencil skirt wrap out of, a button up white shirt for interviews that barely contains her chest, and lacy stockings. In fact, she has to get her garter belt out for the stockings, but she thinks that probably adds to the overall aesthetic.
Right?
She is slapping her hair into a bun and realizing she will just have to be in her current make up for this when she hears the loud knock. There's a crash as she falls over trying to get to the door while putting on her heels]
I'm fine! Shi- ow- Hold on!
[There's another small crash followed by a curse before Yasha opens the door sheepishly, hiding behind it some.]
Yeah yeah yeah, come in. Wow, you look so hot-- wait shit, are we suppose to start now?
[Beau barely masks a fond look with an eye roll when she hears the crash coming from Yasha's room. There's something about a big, devastatingly beautiful woman who is an absolute doofus that just melts her. She's pretty sure Yasha already knows, she's pretty sure everyone fuckin' knows.
She trains her expression when the door opens, cocking a brow at Yasha as she gently pushes through so she's not standing out in the hall anymore. The last thing she needs is Fjord knowing she's into costumes.]
If we've started, it's pretty fucked up for a teacher to call their student hot. [She says, but there's a teasing lilt and a smirk that suggests that now they're starting. There's some nervousness that she pushes past by trying to be brusque and confident. She leans against the wall, sliding her foot up and folding her arms over her chest.
It's hard to look bratty when Yasha looks.. really good like that, but it'll pay off.]
So, it's even more fucked up if I say you look hot too. Right, Ms. Nydoorin?
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TFLN w Yasha
but you better dress up too or im really gonna look like an asshole.
[As promised in about 20 minutes Beau is gonna knock quickly and loudly on Yasha's door. Normally she's all about respecting her lady by not bashing on her stuff but she is slightly flustered by the outfit that has had a non-zero amount of effort put in.
She has a button up shirt tied up under her blue bralette and a short, tartan skirt that absolutely never gets worn over black bike shorts that absolutely do get worn. All paired up with white, knee high socks and no shoes. Fuck shoes.]
Hey-- I'm here. Can I come in?
[She sounds audibly nervous about it.]
no subject
Right?
She is slapping her hair into a bun and realizing she will just have to be in her current make up for this when she hears the loud knock. There's a crash as she falls over trying to get to the door while putting on her heels]
I'm fine! Shi- ow- Hold on!
[There's another small crash followed by a curse before Yasha opens the door sheepishly, hiding behind it some.]
Yeah yeah yeah, come in. Wow, you look so hot-- wait shit, are we suppose to start now?
no subject
She trains her expression when the door opens, cocking a brow at Yasha as she gently pushes through so she's not standing out in the hall anymore. The last thing she needs is Fjord knowing she's into costumes.]
If we've started, it's pretty fucked up for a teacher to call their student hot. [She says, but there's a teasing lilt and a smirk that suggests that now they're starting. There's some nervousness that she pushes past by trying to be brusque and confident. She leans against the wall, sliding her foot up and folding her arms over her chest.
It's hard to look bratty when Yasha looks.. really good like that, but it'll pay off.]
So, it's even more fucked up if I say you look hot too. Right, Ms. Nydoorin?