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Fair point.

( she managed to quip, before leaning her chin into her hands, elbows propped up on her knees. she thought about his words and how he's already done so much for her—

she never really was one to care if she burdened others or not with her demands, but with him....it seemed wrong to do that. he was so serious and seemed just as perplexed by this place as she was. was this guilt?

whatever emotions rested in her, she decided to reach out and pat his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of relief. )

No need to go out of your way for my sake, but I appreciate it. Shall I continue the show? Or should we dig into what you brought me first?

( he's surprised by how easily she reaches out to pat him on the shoulder, seemingly unperturbed by the stiffness and seriousness that usually keeps others at bay. it's not an unwelcome gesture, even if he tenses for a brief moment, force of habit for someone who doesn't often engage in physical contact. )

It's no trouble. ( said with a small smile. ) Presumably both you and I share the same goal of finding a way out of this place. Thus, it only makes sense for me to pass along any information I learn.

( others might call him naive or soft-hearted, but he's inclined to give others the benefit of the doubt when possible, and to lend a hand if needed. 'innocent until proven guilty', after all. )

But please, continue. ( one hand lifts, motioning to the rest of the outfits on display. ) Though I may not know what each costume is meant to represent, I suppose I could consider this an education of a different sort.

( his intro class to sexy costumes..... )

( when it came to other people, and even men, really unless the person was outright pushing her away or making it clear they didn't want to be reached out to, she would just selfishly trudge along her merry way. it was no different with the man before her, and while she realized to an extent his clear boundaries—

it seemed no matter what she suggested or brought up, he went along with it. he hadn't said no to conversing with her the first time, nor to showing up here. clearly he was enjoying it despite his demeanor. at least reira could only hope so.

the only thing that they seemed at odds was that— the desire to find a way out of this place. she herself was in no rush. )

Okay, okay then that means I owe you twice now for all the help you've given me.

( in turn she's smiling and even laughing just a bit as she leaned forward to stand back up. it seemed he was interested in seeing the rest of the show, so as she began to walk back towards the walk in closet, she spoke. )

I'm hoping you at least know what this next one is—

Or else I'll have to put you in handcuffs~

( owe him? another frown, a small raise of his hand. )

There is no debt between us. Any information I find, I would share with anyone if asked.

( but he knows that for some people, even perceived debt is a burden that's too much to carry. if she's more comforted by the thought of paying him back one way or another, then who is he to deny her?

although....if she really feels like she owes him, then perhaps....? )

There is something you might be able to help me with, if you're willing.

( before she could head back in to change, she stopped in her tracks and gently turned her head to face him as long strands of her hair were shoved to the side. she listened to him gently, a soft smile forming on her lips before her eyes widened just a bit in curiosity.

there was so much more to learn about her new friend, sitting here before her and partaking in a rather silly activity. all she could do was endlessly wonder what exactly he needed help with. it was such a curious change in his demeanor that the curiosity nearly made her heart beat fast. )

Oh sure, what do you need? I'll do my best to help you.

( his hand lowers again, joining his other to fold primly in his lap. a familiar gesture, one he's taking to doing more often as he adjusts to the newness of this place. )

Perhaps you might be able to help me fill out my wardrobe. I rarely have an occasion to dress down outside of work, so I'm unsure of what the current fashion trends are.

( a simple request, hopefully easily fulfilled if she's interested. and of course if she isn't interested then he will accept a rejection without any offense. )

( in all of his politeness, reserved nature, and overall calmer demeanor in comparison to her—

she truly was expecting him to ask for a sexual favor. especially given the nature of this place. so really it took her a second to respond, blinking just briefly before bursting out into laughter. )

That's all? Really?

( she's now turned fully, coming back to him, nearly bouncing in her movements. )

I'd be more than happy to help you dress up in any substyle you want! Just know, back home one of my bandmates dresses in nothing but punk. For you though....you seem like a Galliano suit kind of man....hmmm...

( if he didn't want to spend anymore time with her, he truly sealed in his fate now— because she was running wild with ideas on how to make him look like a very handsome gentleman. )

( punk? galliano? all words unfamiliar to him, but he sets them aside for now, more relieved at her willingness - even eagerness - to assist him with this particular request. shopping, and most other miscellaneous mundane tasks, have never been his favorite, but with someone as energetic and enthusiastic as layla by his side, he thinks he might be able to enjoy himself. )

It would be a great service done on your behalf. Rest assured that I will pay for all clothes myself; you need only suggest what you think might look good.

( he won't place any more burden on her than necessary. this might be an easy task for her, but he considers any help freely given to him to be important and meaningful. )

Well then be rest assured, we will help you to look your very best!

( whatever his reasons were for coming to her for fashion of all people, she would make sure not to leave him disappointed at all. for now though she's off to the races, immediately walking back to her closet in preparation to dress up in the next costume for him.

would it be a bit more scandalous or a bit more tame? a bit more humorous or more arousing? who knew truthfully—

she did some vague idea of dressing as a cop for him but in the end, there were far too many costumes to pick from. )

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