[Denji isn't the most impressive person anyone knows. Maybe in terms of being half-devil, but isn't that only because her only competition are all probably dead? ...Maybe, at least? Like that sword lady and the bomb guy. ...Huh, what about all that, anyway? She was kind of despondant after all that bomb stuff, wasn't she? But now...]
[...She doesn't want to bring it up. Doesn't want to make ripples in still water. She seems happy right now, bragging about her date with a guy who obviously sees her more as a dog than a potential love match, so why ruin it? Aki just nods and reachs for the remote to turn the channel back to the news.]
I've never seen him in anything but his uniform. [She's being a little nicer now, for some reason. No longer arguing about it, not trying to voice her dissent about it being a date or not. It doesn't really matter, in the end.]
[When it's later and she trades over the outfit to her, still new with tags, Aki takes the lingerie in turn and studies it with a frown in the bathroom mirror. Her hair pulled down and resting damp on her back, she holds the red gown up to her chest and gauges the length on her body. It definitely looks shorter on herself than Denji, probably thanks to her extra inches she has on the kid, but when she finally pulls it on and fits the straps over her shoulders, she's surprised to find... it's actually way too small for her. Her breasts aren't anything to write home about, sure, but this outfit actually makes her look two sizes over her usual. Feeling her face flush just looking at her reflection, she turns to see herself from the side and reaches to tug the fabric over her ass. It barely reaches her thighs.]
She was going to wear this out... [She mutters under her breath, annoyed. What would she do without her? Probably die in a ditch or something. While looking utterly ridiculous to boot.]
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[...She doesn't want to bring it up. Doesn't want to make ripples in still water. She seems happy right now, bragging about her date with a guy who obviously sees her more as a dog than a potential love match, so why ruin it? Aki just nods and reachs for the remote to turn the channel back to the news.]
I've never seen him in anything but his uniform. [She's being a little nicer now, for some reason. No longer arguing about it, not trying to voice her dissent about it being a date or not. It doesn't really matter, in the end.]
[When it's later and she trades over the outfit to her, still new with tags, Aki takes the lingerie in turn and studies it with a frown in the bathroom mirror. Her hair pulled down and resting damp on her back, she holds the red gown up to her chest and gauges the length on her body. It definitely looks shorter on herself than Denji, probably thanks to her extra inches she has on the kid, but when she finally pulls it on and fits the straps over her shoulders, she's surprised to find... it's actually way too small for her. Her breasts aren't anything to write home about, sure, but this outfit actually makes her look two sizes over her usual. Feeling her face flush just looking at her reflection, she turns to see herself from the side and reaches to tug the fabric over her ass. It barely reaches her thighs.]
She was going to wear this out... [She mutters under her breath, annoyed. What would she do without her? Probably die in a ditch or something. While looking utterly ridiculous to boot.]