I linger, watching and assuming much as he clears his workspace. Each item slotted away helps him get into it, the process. But above all else, I find myself wishing this place was simply... Clean. To begin with. This mess is really starting to-
Annoy me...
"Maybe it's because of my upbringing and the lessons that came with it..." I murmur, barely a sound at all as I cross my arms and adjust my weight. I do not want to be here in such a filthy place at all.
The room suddenly turns quiet, and he perks up with a smile. His hands rush about across the buttons and switches, and he opens up the machine. They come back out of the machine with several pieces of black clothing, rimmed, decorated and wired with lines of copper. He hands them off to me, his eyes full of expectancy. I look back at him, simply staring.
"Well, put it on," he insists, moving his hands to indicate the urgency.
I blink, "Excuse me?"
"Put it on. I need to see if it fits fine," he repeats, utterly deaf to the thing he is asking of me.
I blink again, my grip tightening, "Excuse me?"
"You deaf? I just spoke clearly." he goes, blinking himself as his expression becomes something condescending. I start to glare at him.
"Get out." I order, and his head flips back and away.
"You can't just kick me out of my own workshop," he grumbles.
"I can when you suddenly want me to get changed in front of you!" I nearly shout, incandescent with barely controlled rage. I grab him, putting all that force into shoves and shocks to get him out. My heels twist, and I lock the door behind me. A sigh goes through me as I cover up the viewing glass. One aggressive click of the tongue coming out for good luck.
My eyes look about uncomfortably as I find myself paranoid. I'm completely unaware if any surveillance equipment is in here. But at the same time, as I want to be done with this dump of a room... I take in a deep, painful breath... And I get to it.
My hands move with lightning-fast haste, making sure I don't let my exposed body linger as such for long. The methodology I approach it with reflects that as much as it can. I'm taking off what I can and replacing it before going on to other pieces of clothing and switching over to them. A slight panic strikes me as I get to my lower body and my upper chest. My body shape offering all the more contestment than usual.
Yet soon enough... Despite my rush and mistakes... I get dressed again. I'm in my new outfit.
A small smile comes to my face as my heart steadies. The warmth of my body shifts, less from my shaking nerves and more to the warmth of the freshly sorted out fabric. But before I open the door again, I find myself looking for a mirror as I gather my most needed thing. The smile becomes a prideful grin, and I slip my wide-brimmed hat onto my head.
I tilt the hat down slightly, sticking a hip out, and I rub my copper claws in my thigh-high high-heel boots. All before the one mirror in the room. It's enough to make me set aside some of my earlier frustrations. He was right, the copper does look a lot nicer on black. The contrast of dark and bright brings out my figure and shape all the more!
"Can't wait to show the others!" I say, lots of giddiness bubbling about me as I move about in the outfit. Different postures and movements come about, and I make sure it's all to proper, neat standards. I go and pick my older outfit and any other things I came here with.
There's a smile on my face the whole time, however, it starts to tighten as I look at these old clothes. Outside of my old pair of boots, everything here is not technically mine. And yet... I really do not want to give it back to Rianta-chira... Like, at all!
I've become so used to the style of dress. I've genuinely learned to really enjoy the outfit and the kind of way Rianta-chira carries herself. It's not entirely me, and it never will be, but there's a lot of story to this outfit. I've not had it for long at all, and so much has happened while I've been wearing this outfit, and it holds so much meaning.
I really should return it... But I don't want to. Maybe Rianta-chira won't notice. But only time will tell.
"Thank you for your help, and by the gods and goddesses above... Clean up that place!" I say in thanks as I open the door, snapping out at the end as I head on off. I leave behind the student who has helped me, a smile on my lips and greater bounce to my step even with everything in my arms.
"We have changing rooms, you know!" he calls out to me before I can reach the door. I freeze slightly, my eyes widening. A sudden flow of air flares my nostrils, and I get rid of the embarrassment. I look down to make sure I have everything, and I nod as I leave through the door. I keep ongoing, past the renewed game with the other boys, and I go back into the noise and stink of Mechanical House.
"God of Air, please save me from being a potential carrier of smells from here..." I pray and worry, marching off as quick as I can to escape the industrial landscape.
At least my current outfit is black... But I don't want my show-off moment to be ruined by the smell of oil at all! I might be willing to ruin either outfit with some smells and the sight of dirt, though this is something different altogether. This outfit here is designed to help me guide my magic, after all... Maybe it will help me do what I tried to do before?
With the flying and the- I hope it does. I really hope so!