sliceitwithwind | Terren Apples

"Do you think he suspects anything?" Aya asked, kicking the covers off and grinning like an idiot herself. Braig would probably try to stop them if he knew...

...and they didn't want that. They were young, they were hot, why not walk around in leaves?

Or, well, something along those lines.

"So, what do you think? Did okay on the leaves?"

"Of course he does. He's just not sure what." Braig is a genius, and he seems to have a special they're doing something sense about the two of them. It's a little creepy. Only not, because it's Braig and Braig is awesome.

"The leaves look great! If I didn't know it was you, I'd suspect magic." It was a compliment, followed by, "The fact that you made them? Makes it even cooler. You're awesome, monkey. How's the bra?"

Ping, ping, ping as he took off piercings and dropped them into a dish on the bedside table. Not all of them, but most of the weirder ones.

"Hijinx. He suspects hijinx I bet." She snorted and bent forward to get herself properly settled in the bra. "Well, it's...clear. Mostly clear. Comfy, as long as I don't have to surf in it!" Or run a marathon because sweat would suck.

And she beamed at the compliment to the leaves. There had been a lot of leaf pictures used as reference! A lot. "Good! As long we're being serene and pacing around, tempting the people f the universe, well, we should be fine!"

Ah, yes, piercings. She took her earrings out (all six of them, three in each ear) and set them in the soap dish by the sink. "One of the girls at my college was making and selling ivy ear wraps? If you still want to wear something? I picked up a few, I think I might wear one..." she mused, putting one on and tilting her head to look at herself in the mirror.

"Nothing more strenuous than posing for pictures." Dilan chirped, sounding for just an instant like his pre-growth-spurt self. "With people you want to have pictures with. I'll break fingers of anyone who tries to feel you up."

"The G-string will keep me in line, at least. It's those grabby-hands I'm worried about."

"Sure! The tunnels are already welded in, but it'd look pretty climbing through and up - as long as they don't extend past the point, it's uncomfortable to have it unfolded."

"Nah, see? They're meant to be loose near the top, so you can drape it over your ear tip or clip it up into your hair, either way." She passed him three of the four she'd bought, liking the effect of just having one.

"And you know...I actually didn't think about idiots at cons until just now." And she should have but...it'd had been too fun an idea to let that rational part of her brain say anything about it. "Sure, break away. I'll break a few too so if we go to jail we go as a set! Or a trio, if we take the snake..." And for a change it might be Braig bailing them out! Amazing that!

He wrapped two along one ear, and one along the other, although he said, "I could always put the nipple ring back in and lace this through that..." in a considering tone of voice.

"I wonder how purple Braig would turn if he had to bail us out?" wicked minds think alike, or something.

"If you do that you may be a bit more tempting to the ladies than the con can allow," she laughed, flicking one of his dreads. "Anyone in a cat costume would be obliged to bat at it." All of them. Allllll of them.

"Purple? I was thinking he'd end in spots, or maybe stripes by that point!"

"Mmm, point." he left the ring out. "Okay...hair up or hair down?" holding a handful of it up and back and letting the rest hang down. "Oh! I got you a wig, too, one of the nice ones with the soft inside!"

It's the same colour as her hair, but long enough she can cover her tits.

"I say you pull the front dreads back so your ears can be seen? No top knot though. Hmmm, maybe we can wrap one of the ear wraps around the few dreads that will be, make it natural? Oh, or steal some fake ivy from that awful potted plant in the hall!" Because scrounging was totally part of any costume, no matter how much planning went into it!

"...you love me!" Yay for soft insides! "And now I have something to weave my bit of ivy up into." Yep, time to start tucking her head under a wig!

Dilan sat down on the bed, "Here, play with the hair, see what you can do. I know two hairstyles. Pony-tail and topknot."

"It's like ponytail Dilan! Just...tiny ponytail!" She laughed and climbed up on the bed behind him, being careful to not tweak his ears too much when separating out which dreads should go in said itty-tail. "...we didn't figure out something to hold them with before I grabbed your hair." He could imagine the sound of a facepalm couldn't he?

"Bah." He couldn't help the shiver and twitch at the touches on his ears, even knowing it meant nothing. Biology said shiver and twitch, he shivered and twitched. There was a blink, then he pointed at the bag, "Might be something left in there? I grabbed stuff at random, Braig was coming."

The snake, currently draped on Dilan's warm chest, ignored them. Waarm.

"Hand!" she commanded, holding out her free hand for his. The better to make him hold his hair while she went digging!

"This isn't science random right? Remember when you ended up with the test tubes and forty or so stoppers in different sizes? That won't help."

He put his hand in hers, then gripped the hair while she dug around. "This isn't science random, it's from my pathetic attempts at art. You remember, I tried building dioramas."

Construction he can do. Tiny construction? He becomes all thumbs.

"Ah, right, well at least that isn't trying to cork your hair?" She grinned and fished in bags some more, already moving like she was comfortable in what she was wearing.

Granted, she probably was. She was about as dressed as a nice bikini after all.

"Hmmm, some hemp? No ivy, not using the twine, or the wire....mini menorah. Okaaaaay." Yeah, those poor dioramas. "Hey, little grape vines! With little grapes! Ready to be the symbol of more prosperity and all?"

"Works for me." Dilan said easily, "Just be prepared to defend the hair thingies, because people grab for them when I use stuff other than more dreads."

He does not get the attraction for his hair thingies.

"I will glare. It is not polite to walk off with bits of peoples costumes after all." And she might bite. She was working to get mini-grapes to be useful after all and she did not appreciate her work being undone!

"Hah, there! Shake your head, see if it holds?"

Dilan shook his head obediently, and it all held. "Okay! Ready to go out?" beam beam...also he draped the snake around her neck and shoulders, "Okay, this is Inky. I don't know why it's name is Inky, but it is. I'm informed that if we lose Inky, we also lose our left arms. I'm left handed, so don't lose Inky."

"Hello Inky, a pleasure to meet you." Aya beamed at the snake on her shoulders. She'd spent too much time at the zoo with the boys to shy away from snakes! "I will not lose Inky, I swear on my other, non-threatened limbs."

That said she scooped up the small basket full of apples and set it on her hip, posing for a moment as a matter of course, then grinned. "You get the bushel, I'll get the door!" And elements help anyone in the hall!

"Awesome." Dilan picked up the bushel and, when Aya opened the door, stepped through.

The usual hustle and bustle of the convention hallway paused until Aya stepped out as well, then there was a long, low whistle from someone followed by wild applause.

She slipped into the hallway behind Dilan and tucked their room key under a bra strap on her back shoulder. The hair would hide it nicely in theory. That done she shifted a guileless blue gaze over the crowd, leaned toward Dilan and smiled.

It wasn't her normal smile. She found the applause was making almost blush...so she channeled that into a sly lip curve that no doubt would get her in trouble later. For now though she was perfectly safe, utterly amused, and more than willing to sway down the hall after everyone got a good look.

She assumed, and conveyed in body language, that people would clear a path to the elevator down. Nothing like having a kickass costume, a very large snake, and a katzu at her back to give a girl the simple confidence needed to pull it off!

Dilan stalked with her, tossing apples here and there at highly appreciative looks. He was blushing, although only Aya would know to look for the darkening of his ears.

The path did clear, and while there were some twitchy hands not one of them actually moved enough that Dilan took it as a threat.

Aya was totally, and happily in character, though not passing out apples yet. Those were for the convention halls themselves, not the hotel halls. She made it all the way to the elevator doors, pausing before the silver surface and watching the dancing reflections instead of turning to face the crowd. She'd blush.

Nope, cool, calm facade until it was her and Dilan in the elevator...

...then hysterical giggling and she thunked her forehead against the wall.

The snake she kept carefully away from the chill metal though.

Dilan grinned and draped an arm over her shoulder while she giggled, chortling happily, "This was a good idea." he informed her, "I had a good idea."

"You had the best idea." she agreed. "That's what I have genius boys like you for!" For the good ideas and fun times!

"Now, I just need to manage not to collapse in giggles while we're on the floor...and laugh myself hoarse when we're in our rooms again tonight. Easy right?"

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