[Don't step on broken glass, Riddle. You'll contract Twisted Tetanus.
Shu watches with great satisfaction as Riddle examines the boots. From those widened eyes, to the reverent way he touches his gift, the boy's awe couldn't be more obvious, and Shu couldn't be happier to see it. He's confident in his own skill, of course, and he expected Riddle to be appreciative; after all, high-heeled boots are something he wears often (and wears very well). But after all the times Shu's sewn some garment or another for Nito—a frilly blouse closed with a brooch, stockings and socks edge with hand-tatted lace, a pair of knickerbockers—well... let's just say he's used to seeing his hard work go to waste.
But not this time. Not anymore. At last Shu has found someone who fits his physical idea, delicate and androgynous and adorable like a doll, and that person actually wants to be dressed up. He understands Shu's artistic vision. He knows that Shu knows what he'd look best in. Their interests are aligned. To Shu, Riddle is more than just a dear friend.
He's a muse and an inspiration.]
Aren't they, aren't they? ♪ The heel will give you a lift and make you seem powerful, and it's wide enough so that it should be easy to walk in. Though I suppose your feet won't be touching the ground throughout most of their use... Still, dismounting should be easy.
[There's more he could say about what he wanted to express with the design, but he refrains from now. Though giving Riddle the chance to show proper appreciation for each piece has its own appeal, he's honestly eager to have him see more. So with that, Shu returns to the suitcase.
Out comes a large bundle of mostly-dark cloth. Several garments are folded neatly on top of one another: a blouse, a pair of shorts, shimmery gold leggings to go underneath the shorts, and a long black hooded cloak with gold trim to match those leggings. Visibly excited, Shu hands the pile over, setting it on the table before Riddle.]
There's one more piece after this. I daresay you'll be able to guess what it is.
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Shu watches with great satisfaction as Riddle examines the boots. From those widened eyes, to the reverent way he touches his gift, the boy's awe couldn't be more obvious, and Shu couldn't be happier to see it. He's confident in his own skill, of course, and he expected Riddle to be appreciative; after all, high-heeled boots are something he wears often (and wears very well). But after all the times Shu's sewn some garment or another for Nito—a frilly blouse closed with a brooch, stockings and socks edge with hand-tatted lace, a pair of knickerbockers—well... let's just say he's used to seeing his hard work go to waste.
But not this time. Not anymore. At last Shu has found someone who fits his physical idea, delicate and androgynous and adorable like a doll, and that person actually wants to be dressed up. He understands Shu's artistic vision. He knows that Shu knows what he'd look best in. Their interests are aligned. To Shu, Riddle is more than just a dear friend.
He's a muse and an inspiration.]
Aren't they, aren't they? ♪ The heel will give you a lift and make you seem powerful, and it's wide enough so that it should be easy to walk in. Though I suppose your feet won't be touching the ground throughout most of their use... Still, dismounting should be easy.
[There's more he could say about what he wanted to express with the design, but he refrains from now. Though giving Riddle the chance to show proper appreciation for each piece has its own appeal, he's honestly eager to have him see more. So with that, Shu returns to the suitcase.
Out comes a large bundle of mostly-dark cloth. Several garments are folded neatly on top of one another: a blouse, a pair of shorts, shimmery gold leggings to go underneath the shorts, and a long black hooded cloak with gold trim to match those leggings. Visibly excited, Shu hands the pile over, setting it on the table before Riddle.]
There's one more piece after this. I daresay you'll be able to guess what it is.