New York AU: Policeman's ball

[sliceitwithwind]

When Dilan knocks on Aya's door to pick her up he's dressed up. Which, in his case, means geta and tabi, silk hakama, and dress kimono. He looks good but very. Very not. Er.

He looks very good. He's got a small box under one arm, and waits for her to open the door.

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[sliceitwithwind]

It's all organized, at least. And he only brought facial jewellery. The question is which gemstones or solid silver he should wear.

"Heels. I can do that!" while she looks things over, he digs out simple black heels.

[mitochondriaaya]

She poked her head out the bathroom as Dilan headed down the hall, then made a dive for the stairs. What? She had an early Christmas gift for him that she just bet would match some of the facial jewelry.

And she was right! She spent several minutes transferring silver studs and small rings (and a single sapphire one) to a large velvet box. When she was done the box held the piercings for the night and four heavy silver hair sticks, though the ends were plain knotted silver. She'd struck a deal with a craftsman!

[sliceitwithwind]

She got me hairsticks. he blinks at them for a while, then grins down at her, "That's - really cool, Aya. Wow."

[mitochondriaaya]

She'd watched him a bit nervously as he looked them over. Had they been a good idea? Had she crossed some unseen line buying him jewelry? Hell, she was ready to snatch them back and laugh it off given another minute or two. "Um, you mentioned you couldn't find strong ones..." she shrugged and ran a hand through her hair.

"Merry early Christmas?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thank you. They're great. Want to put them in, see if they can stand up to it?" he starts putting the rest of the jewelery in and dips.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya looked at the sticks in her hand, then at Dilan's dreads. A...hell of a lot of dreads. "Ummm, Dilan? My hair hasn't been longer than seven inches or so since I was six." she admitted, lost.

"And when I'm in wigs, well, that's all the costuming lady."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh. Well. Alright, I'll figure something out, then." he takes the sticks and wanders into her bathroom to see what he can do with them.

[mitochondriaaya]

She leaned in the bathroom doorway as she put her heels on...mainly so she could observe and learn! Sorry, I'd have researched if I thought we'd both be lost..." she teased.

[sliceitwithwind]

"It's fine." Dilan twisted and poked for a while, and finally found something that kept the majority of dreads twisted around the sticks. "How does this look?"

[mitochondriaaya]

She reached up to tweak one of the dreads left loose and grinned "You're asking a biased woman." she pointed out. "The main question is do they feel like they'll hold?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I think so. If not, well, I'll keep playing with them." he dips to give her a kiss.

[mitochondriaaya]

The heels made kissing just a bit easier! Definitely a plus side the six inch things. "I can do some research with the costuming lady. You up for spending a day just fiddling with your hair? You'll certainly earn the pampering tonight, I promise." she grinned.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Mmmm. Heels good." Dilan murmurs, cupping her back, "I think that'd be fun. You research, I'll make popcorn?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm, I think I have a higher set..." she noted, thinking about the contents of her closet. "could slip those on if you like." because yes, it was really, really nice. Yep.

"It's a date, as long as it's not the sweet popcorn. That's just weird."

[sliceitwithwind]

"You can save those for some other night." Dilan says, wiggling his eyebrows.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm, true..." she noted teasingly. "Besides, you picked these out for me special tonight. Be a shame to change." she started tugging him slowly from the bathroom.

"Besides, too much taller and it'll be hard to hide behind you."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan follows, grinning at her, "Got a limo outside. Why do you need to hide?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Ah, limo. The only car you can actually stretch out in?" she hazarded, grabbing her wrap and hooking her arm in his. "Mmm...politics.' she laughed. "Kinda"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'm tall." he points out, like it's a secret, "Also, Ansem provided it."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hadn't noticed." she deadpanned. "Well, I'll have to thank Ansem I guess. It takes something out of the evening if we have to hop a taxi to the ball."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup. And it's one of the good drivers, too. Very safe, doesn't get lost."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hey, taxis only get lost if you're rude or they're broke..." Aya pointed out. She supported taxi drivers! "I'll put up with a limo though. Shall we?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"That doesn't make them any less tiny." Dilan points out, shaking his head, "Lets go, my dear."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm, they have taxi SUVs now." she noted teasingly. "And even vans I hear." what insanity!

"I"m afraid tonight will be a little like your political parties. We...well. We play nice and smile? It's how we show we're grateful for the funding?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"We can do that." Dilan says, nodding, "And later we can go home and have pizza or something else suitably low class."