What? What do you know about ladies’ stockings? Finally give in and work for the Madame after I died?
[Cid stops with them around his thighs to look at Clive.]
One step too boisterous and you’re going to fall right out of those. They’ll have to take the sausage off the menu.
[Cid pulls his stockings the rest of the way up, then fights with how stretched or bunched they are around his ass and legs. Cid pulls out the one piece suit and holds it up to himself. ]
… It’s gotta fit. [He steps in, one leg at a time, and hikes it up to his armpits. He smooths his hands over his chest.]
no subject
[Cid stops with them around his thighs to look at Clive.]
One step too boisterous and you’re going to fall right out of those. They’ll have to take the sausage off the menu.
[Cid pulls his stockings the rest of the way up, then fights with how stretched or bunched they are around his ass and legs. Cid pulls out the one piece suit and holds it up to himself. ]
… It’s gotta fit. [He steps in, one leg at a time, and hikes it up to his armpits. He smooths his hands over his chest.]
How do I look?