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hey.
friend is looking for references for japanese womens clothing she can wear
shes from the fourth year of keio but shes happy for anything that matches what women wear
like furisode or whatever kimonos would work here

she never got to own any and she wouldnt know how to draw an example to get one made
if anyone has one we could have a pic of would help

she's yukimura chizuru and her username is lookingforshinsengumi if you want to message her privately. shes going to be reading this

thanks.

(she can do with a girl to talk clothes with)

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[ If this is where he's supposed to put on the act, he's already failing at it. A smile met with another, and he takes a step into the room. ]

Yeah, Vi was telling me about her before. And it sounds like another girl's ready to throw half her wardrobe at her. [ That widens his smile into a grin, a chuckle brushing over his words. He lifts the small bag he's carrying, a simple thing on strings. ]

Chizuru recommended this for your aches. Turns out she knows a few of the remedies 'round here - it'll start heating up the skin after we apply it.

[ A liquid heat pack, good for being massaged in during a massage.

But with that said, there's a pause, and with an expression that's definitely remembering their earlier conversation: ]

Ready to get started?

[ No, there's no sultry voice, but there is a tease in the question. For you know what. ]

[Tory can't help but take it as a challenge. I'll see your tease and raise you one. And so, when she replies, it's with the most cartoonishly flirty and over the top voice she can muster.]

Why yes, Dr. Robby. I can't wait for you to ease my tension.

[She even flutters her eyelashes before she can't keep up the act any longer. She snorts and laughs.]

Wow, that was awful.

[ Oh my god. He's choking out a laugh just as she does, still chuckling as he takes a seat. ]

Wow. Oof. [ Ooof. ] I think my stuff just decided to take a holiday for a week. I'm not recovering from that. [ His grin is wide though, dimples at either side of his mouth. He's got the bottle out, and he gestures with a hand, a nod of his head. ]

C'mere, show me which shoulder. I'll be a professional.

[ A professional, as opposed to your sexy porno variant. ]

So glad that doesn't do it for you. My respect for you is still fully in tact.

[She's not laughing anymore, but it's clear in her smile and tone of voice that she's highly amused.

She motions to the areas on her left shoulder that hurt.]

It's here and here. And also on my right ankle.

Your ankle? [ Huh. He's set the bottle down for now, figures he might as well warm up the skin and muscles first with his hands before applying anything, or giving it any real pressure. ] I wondered if you slept on it weird. Doesn't make sense with your ankle too.

What do you think?

[ A bad night? Bad luck? ]

I'm not sure. The shoulder I might have slept on weird, but the ankle just started hurting out of nowhere. Guess I'll just wait and see for the next couple of days and ask other Darkbloods I know if they're having the same problem if it keeps up.

[If there's one thing that's pretty consistent about the chaos of this place is that people of the same blood type tend to experience similar problems in a month. There's some small reassurance in knowing the problem isn't a mystery ailment experienced by just oneself.

For now, her reassurance comes in the form of knowing that Robby is here to help her. Help isn't something she readily asks for. With him, she can let herself be a little more vulnerable.]

I'll take a look around Willful if it keeps up, see if anyone's got something you can take if aspirin don't work. [ Or massaging. But he sighs, dissatisfaction under his breath. ] If it's your blood again-- I mean, you just got over carrying a notebook everywhere.

[ 'And now this?' is left unsaid, but implied. He's complaining for her, but he does seem pretty unfair. Why does blood just do this? And does it happen less to warmbloods because they're just not magic? Nothing's changed about him yet -- nothing to the extent Tory needs to keep dealing with.

He feels he's warmed up his skin enough, so he opens up the bottle, lets some of the liquid drip onto a hand. If this really warms up and works through the skin, then he's going to be feeling it too, Robby realises it, but he doesn't really mind, starting to spread it along the skin from shoulder to blade. ]

You've always had to deal with this?

[ He asks it softly, in that sympathetic way he can never quite help. Not when it comes to the people he cares about. ]

[There is some relief to be had in both the warmth and from who the massage is coming from. There aren't many people she'd trust enough to massage her shoulders like this.

There's a slow intake and exhale of air before she replies.]

...yeah. Weird things happen almost every month to me. I'll take the mystery aches over the bug thing, though. I'd just randomly warp bugs into existence and what appeared depended on what I was feeling at the time. Like if I was angry it was wasps.

[Given her temper, it was wasps a lot of the time. Especially since she kept getting frustrated that she couldn't stop making it happen.

She doesn't want him to worry overmuch about something that's in the past, so she goes back to the present.]

At least with the mystery aches, I've got a cute guy helping me deal with them.

[ There's a 'Really?' huffed, unimpressed by that particular month and the idea of endless wasps. But it's useful to know too, as little as there is that can be done about the past: just how far these problems can go. Is it going to help with anything that comes next?

No, but maybe they should invest in bug spray.

The upside expressed does make him smile. He can feel the warmth of the liquid starting to kick in on his own hand, a blossoming heat. ]

Lucky for you, a cute guy was prescribed with the massage oil to be at your beck and call. Though, [ and his voice dips into something fun, ] this guy would hope he's more along the lines of-- handsome? Good-looking?

[ He pauses with his fingers pressing into the muscle, somewhere at the crook of her neck. His head tipped where Tory might be able to seen him if she turned her head, the smile still playing on his face. ]

'Specially to this one girl he likes.

[The tension from the pain in her shoulder begins to subside a little with the gentle pressure and the heat. She glances out of the corner of her eye, a teasing smile on her face.]

Hmm...no reason he can't be all three. Generally good looking, extra handsome in a suit...but those dimples in his smile? Best word for them is cute.

[Retroactively, she realizes that just rhymed. With a small chuckle, she adds,]

Apparently his looks make me distracted enough to spout off bad poetry. Hopefully that girl he likes is someone cool who deserves him.

[ God, how is not meant to grin at that? Robby hadn't quite caught the rhyme until it's pointed out, and he can't help it: he wraps an arm around her midriff and pulls her to his chest playfully, coming forward to meet her. ]

Well, little do you know, her bad poetry drives me crazy. [ He nuzzles the side of her hair, then brings his hand to cup the side of her cheek, to help her look his way. He's to the side of her shoulder than level with her back, making it easy for him to linger closer into view.

As long as she lets him. And if she does, he rubs at her cheek with a thumb, adds warmly, lowly, ]

And the rest of her.

[Almost reflexively, she snuggles in toward him the moment he pulls her close. It feels like the most natural and comfortable thing to settle against the light rising and falling of his chest.]

Sounds like a pretty lucky girl. Hopefully she only drives him the good kind of crazy.

[It's said affectionately enough, masking the tiniest bit of genuine concern. She hopes if she had a habit that genuinely annoyed him that he'd just come out and tell her.]

Oh yeah, you don't know? Bad poetry does it for me. A lot.

[ The good kind of crazy. With a grin that shows his teeth, a chuckle that interrupts it before his mouth falls into a smaller - but still genuine - smile. ]

I was starting to wonder if you found someone else. [ Even if -- they could be doing this as friends, sure. But Robby isn't just thinking that he's holding a friend, and he can't so easily slot them into only that, as if they never had history. But he'll speak honestly, adding: ] I'd get it if you did. No one knows who's going to show up here.

[ And she's had months in this place, and their own relationship was still fresh. It isn't the same as with him and Sam, a few months turning into finding her in Miguel's arms.

But even now, he is being careful: leaving room for the possibility that she has, and she can tell him so. ]

[They were friends before they began dating. While she sorted out her feelings, friendship was easy to return to. Easy and comfortable to offer, especially when she didn't know at first if he wanted more than friendship here. They had just started out back home, after all. This place was a lot, and the timeline differences were a whole other issue to contend with.

But right now, Robby's making everything crystal clear, and she knows she owes him the same honesty.]

I almost did. At first, I wasn't looking. I had you back home, and I was trying to just make friends and get my powers under control.

[Dating simply wasn't a priority for so many reasons.]

After I'd been here for a few months, I started getting a crush on a friend. But then when I decided I was going to find a good time to talk to him...uh. Well, without getting into all the details, he got a big heap of the kind of trauma that this place sometimes dishes out.

[Ensuring that it wasn't going to be a good time to talk about it for quite a while. What he needed was someone to support him and ground him in reality..]

So I decided I'd just be a supportive friend. Then you showed up not too long after. I figured I'd sort through my emotional shit and be a supportive friend while you got used to life here. Didn't want to push anything at you that maybe you'd changed your mind about.

[ Robby's glad for the honesty, even with what comes with it, but he's not a guy to become easily jealous or doubtful in a partner. Maybe that was his problem with him and Sam, but only with protecting his own heart.

But he appreciates that they're talking about this. Robby drops his hand down from her cheek, letting it rest against the crook of her neck; like he's holding her completely now, an added comfort. ]

How is he now? Is he doing better?

[ Because if he matters to Tory, Robby's going to ask, the concern in his voice genuine. Put aside the parts involving him to the side right now, and focus on them -- because how this guy is doing would obviously have some effect on Tory. ]

Yeah. [A slight nod of her head.] He's acting a lot more like himself now. I think he's worked through the worst of it and he'll be okay.

[It's a relief. No matter how resilient and strong someone may be, everyone has their breaking point. While the impulse to go and get revenge had been there, she suppressed that in favour of being a friend to offer distractions, a supportive ear, and connection back to reality.

It's in this conversation that she's reminded once again of what a kind person Robby is and how fortunate she is to have him here with her. It's enough to prompt her to say something to help answer any lingering questions that Robby may have. Even with therapy, mushy feelings talks are hardly her forte.]

I'm planning on just being friends with him. But with you...I'm up for seeing how dating goes here if you are.

[ It's good to hear. This place can be shit, and if anything like what he'd experienced in that weird fucking other-town sets the standards for what happens around Trench (and those series of hallways he ended stuck in with Mister LaRusso), Robby feels for the guy. Would ask more, but there's no room for it.

Instead, it's about them. Where it started, where it's ending, a fluttering in his chest at the idea. He likes that idea, likes her, and he would have settled for friendship - and still will, if that's where they end up - if that had been her choice; disappointed, sure, but keeping a friend longer than that would last. ]

I'd really like that. [ He feels goofy saying it to her, where it isn't lost on him how mushy this moment is, especially with the smile in his voice, on his lips. But he likes it too, angling his head to look over her shoulder. ]

Does this mean I need to pick a better first date than prom? Because I don't think I'm topping that night.

[Even though she knew it was highly likely that he'd agree, there's a warm feeling bubbling up in the core of her body, from down in her gut to all the way up in her chest and even around in her back.

She shifts around so that she's facing him directly, draping her arms over his shoulders and around his back in a hug.]

That can stay as our first date. We can have other relationship milestones here. Maybe first double or group date for starters?

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