I've spent enough time around the Veil to overhear the occasional conversation.

[That, and he enjoyed talking to the people who worked there. The times where he got to visit, when he wasn't killing monsters or Akashic, were quite pleasant. Also, when you offer to help with things and your name is Clive Rosfield, you inevitably end up helping with chores, including laundry.

Clive manages not to sputter, but that doesn't stop the blush from spreading from the tips of his ears to his cheeks.]

That would be... less than ideal.

[Clive adjusts again, finding the best pocket of fabric possible before moving onto the stockings. Having those helps. He feels significantly less like he was going to flash the world.

Clive looks up at Cid and cocks his head to the side, giving him a once over that might be a little slower than necessary.]

Here.

[He walks over to Cid and grips some of the fabric that is tight at his waist.]

You're a little twisted.

[Steadying Cid's hip with one hand and tugging the fabric with the other, he gets the waist of the suit to sit smoothly.]

There