Joint post; Action for Dangan House

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[The shopping trip that morning had been fairly fruitful, even though they’d occasionally had to dip into the boys’ section instead of the men’s department. The only problem was that the trousers they’d found in the men’s section were both a little big in the waist and way too long in the legs.

Luckily, the offer that Togami had extended did include alteration, which left them where they were now: Fujisaki was standing on the dining room table while Togami perched with one knee on one of the chairs, a row of pins sticking out of his mouth as he painstakingly made sure that the cuffs of Fujisaki’s new trousers were even before pinning them in place. No one was supposed to be home right now, and the bedrooms were both too cramped and too poorly-lit to do this in, which was why they were in one of the more public spaces in the house. Rich and Alice, the sponsors of the little shopping trip, were watching with feline disinterest from the corner of the room, while the newly-clothed Fujisakeevee sat on the table determined to get in the way. Togami huffed and put the furball back on the floor for the umpteenth time, shifting around the table a little and sticking another pin into the fabric.]

Hold still.

[Chihiro nodded slightly, doing his best to stay as still as possible while Togami worked. While they hadn’t been at it for too terribly long, it was still becoming increasingly difficult to stay stock still. After a while of just holding both hands to his chest, Chihiro had now adopted a rather awkward posture with his arms held out straight to either side. It was easier to stand here this way, at least. He remained silent with his head slightly bowed, his eyes following Togami’s hands as he worked to carefully pin the fabric.]

[With the cuffs pinned at least roughly, Togami shifted his attention to the waist since Fujisaki was so gracious as to keep his arms out of the way, which was a couple of inches too loose but was the closest that they’d been able to find. So anyone walking in would see Togami half-knelt in front of Fujisaki, whose arms were outstretched to the sides and head slightly bowed to watch him.

No he’s not paying enough attention to realize how this looks, why do you ask?]

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[ Well, she may not be staying there currently - it's debatable, since she took a room at the inn on the grounds no one else in the second class was staying at the house with the first class - but Chihiro Fujisaki is currently at the first class's house, so Nanami's making use of her still-standing invitation to wander inside absently, seeking out the super high school level programmer.

...

The thing that concerns her most here is probably not what should... ]

...Are you allowed to stand on the table, Fujisaki-sama...?

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[Chihiro stiffens just slightly when he hears Nanami's voice from the corner of the room, his weight shifting from one foot to the other as he looks at her out of the corner of his eye. Almost instantly his stiff-armed stance relaxes slightly, his hands pulling up a bit as he tries to continue to keep still, only....it's suddenly become very hard to, with Nanami standing there and all. He didn't know anyone would be home...]

U-um...

[He looks down at Togami before letting his gaze wander to the pants he's in the process of pinning, feeling his face grow uncomfortably hot.]

T-Togami-kun said he needed me to...

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[The intrusion of the girl isn't enough to surprise him into any unfortunate pin-related incidents, so Togami merely responds at first by shooting Fujisaki a look when the table wobbles a little. He slips another pin into the waist and then carefully takes the remaining three out of his mouth, sticking them back into the pincushion on the table.]

It's both more accessible and sturdier than a chair.

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[ Nanami thinks about that, and seems to accept it. If it's sturdier, that means there's less a chance Chihiro would fall and hurt himself, so therefore it is okay and allowed, even if normally you're not allowed on the table...

She doesn't appear to otherwise react to the sight of Chihiro in trousers, but...well, presumably she already knew about it, given what she'd said about him before to Togami's classmates and Chihiro himself. ]

...In that case, it should be fine. Don't fall off, though.

[ ...Instead of leaving, she meanders over to take a free chair, apparently...planning to stay? ]

Are you going to dress differently now...?

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[An answer is a lot longer coming than Chihiro had intended, leading to him shifting a bit on the table again.]

I...I think I'm going to try.

[There's a pause as he looks over his arm at one of the other chairs, where the skirt he had been wearing before seems to be draped for the time being.]

I....wanted some other clothes, at least....just in case I wanted to wear them.

[It's going to take some getting used to if all of his classmates know his secret, but he's hoping he'll feel better when he hears it from their own mouths. Something in the back of his mind instinctively expects to be scorned by his peers- both for lying to them and for being so....weak.

So, for the moment, this is a pretty big step, all things considered.]

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[Togami sucks in a weary breath through his nose, jaw clenching a little as his gaze zeroes in on the red pinheads to make sure that they don't move when Fujisaki shifts. He plucks a few pins again, rolling their plastic heads over his lower lip in thought as he regards the cuffs of the trousers. He gives the one that he hasn't started on a preliminary roll to vaguely match the first.]

Stand. Still.

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...There's no need to use that tone with him.

[ DON'T GLARE AT CHIHIRO, SHE WILL...Glare at you okay Nanami did not inherit scariness from anyone in her family. It is likely there simply is not any to be found. But that's not allowed, even if Chihiro's fidgeting.

Although she subsides after a moment. ]

...Anyway, you look handsome like that. Either way is fine...so do the one that makes you happiest.

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A-ah....sorry, Togami-kun.

[TY FOR THE SUPPORT NANAMI but he's really trying to avoid getting yelled at again, and just that tone alone is enough to send a shock of nervousness through him.

He almost immediately freezes, though, readopting his stiff-as-a-board stance that he had before, his arms straight out to his sides again.

Though he does look back over to Nanami, blinking.]

H.......

Handsome? ......y-you....think so?

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[Togami clears his throat before sliding the pins between his pursed lips, bending to make sure that the cuff was even before he carefully started pinning it into place, hand sliding up the cuff to make sure that he didn't prick Fujisaki's ankle. He could care less about the audience, but if she continued distracting Fujisaki he would start caring pretty quick.

He is listening for Nanami's answer, however.]

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Of course. It's almost as manly as you look when you're coding, right...? So, I think it suits you.

[ ...She may be the only person in the world who holds that particular opinion, but...it seems as though she's being sincere. And really, given how she'd described him to Kuzuryuu...

This is probably more along the lines of what Kuzuryuu had been expecting. At least a little. ]

Mm, I didn't know Togami-senpai could sew, either...

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[Oh.]

...

Thank you..

[That is something he's never ever heard said about himself before, and he's honestly not sure how to process it. Manly has never been a word to describe him, not even by his own loved ones. Hearing it at all seems to just surprise him into silence as he slowly looks away, staring back down at Togami as he continues to pin the cuffs of his trousers.]

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[Taking Donut out for training for the day had started out at such a good idea. He'd gained some levels, learned a new move. Asahina had been incredibly proud of him and had antiipated keeping him out until at least sunset. Then the Trubbish happened and now she has a stinky Slowpoke chilling in his pokeball who is getting a bath as soon as his trainer finishes her mid-afternoon third snack break.

...you know, when entering the dining room with a half-eaten pastry one does not usually expect to see things like this.]

What in the world?

[Why are boys so weird?]

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[Chihiro can't help but jump slightly at Asahina's sudden intrusion, but thankfully he remains still where he was otherwise, his arms held out even stiffer than they were a moment ago. What happened to everyone being gone for the day and they shouldn't be interrupted?

Though Chihiro is fully aware by now that the rest of his classmates do indeed know his secret, that doesn't mean he's been able to completely come to terms with that fact yet. Heck, he's only really had the chance to talk to one or two of them about it directly....

So when Asahina walks up he bites his tongue and stays as stiff as a board, trying to just focus on continuing to keep still for Togami. He can't find his voice to say anything right now anyway. Isamu his Zigzagoon, however, has no trouble with acknowledging Asahina's presence, happily bounding over and running around her ankles to try to get her attention.]