Hmh. Mura’s cheeks reddened up like back at the house by Mythica’s last-second wink at him, promptly promising him some eye candy soon. A little smile rose up as well, but uhh, he had to wait for a few moments now as tailor readied the dress for his wife. He wondered if it was going to be a classic, white dress for weddings or if the tailor had other tastes in mind. Either way, he was eager to see what she would don in… it was, in a sense, a dress-up just for him. Something that he found very intimate now that he thought about it…
Too bad that Kyuken and Zirconis were going to see her too. Mura was especially aware of Kyuken; despite them being pals for life, he knew that Kyuken wouldn’t mind gazing lecherously at his wife, which was kind of a dick move in any situation that the shaman imagined. Kyuken had his legs spread out, his arms resting on the back of the couch and everything; that bastard probably thought it was his own wife. Annoying.“You know, even if she’s quite too young for me-“
Kyuken began speaking up, dealing the last spark that ignited Mura’s fuse. The shaman grabbed the face of his samurai ghost pal and began folding Kyuken into a cube with his spirit prowess before throwing him back to Zirconis who gnawed and threw Kyuken around with his jaw like a hound.
Then, he heard his wife’s voice, and he saw as the curtain was moved to reveal Mythica in a sleek, fashionable dress that looked more like a dress to be worn for occasional balls than for a wedding. It was perfectly complimenting her figures; her waist and hips hugged the contour of the cloth without either waste of space nor excessive tightening, her back and upper belly were neatly visible through dark net threads, and it was one of the outfits that Mythica wore that made Mura aware of her supple chest size.
It looked stunning on her. And she was likely waiting for his response, so he wouldn’t want to let her down.“T-That’s looks so great on you!”
he began complimenting her, his eyes revealing his irises formed like small, dark hearts, “It’s so fancy and stylish, but also very subtle and moody… and the black theme really suits you in everything you wear, Mythica.”
It was getting apparent that Mythica’s favorite color - if not one of them - was black; her underwear, casual clothes, skirt, hair and weapons had dark and black themes for the most time. “I really like it…”
His hands were lowered to his thigh as his legs closed up again, gazed down upon by his red face as he wondered if it was his turn now.
The tailor nodded towards Mura and confirmed: “So that shall be it for the lady. Your turn, sir.”
The tailor waved his pen once, and the dress that Mythica wore was saved to an archive. He then nodded Mura towards the changing room, and the shaman quickly rose up and walked towards him. He threw Mythica a wink himself before passing by her and entering the room, where he shockingly realized that there were no clothes hanging up for him to put on; there were just mirrors.“I have a newly-designed regal suit ready for you to try on, but I will need your size ratios. Stand still,”
the tailor spoke up before bringing out a flexible ruler to quickly and effortlessly measure Mura’s shoulder lengths, torso, height, waist, legs etc. It felt like being slung up by a group of snakes, but thankfully, the tailor was quick with his job. “Very well, stand in the middle of the mirrors there.”
Mura did what he was told and walked towards the area where three mirrors faced him from three angles. The tailor waved with his magical pen and manifested the pure-white suit with a white cape complimenting it. It looked way too flamboyant with the large cape in Mura’s opinion, so his eyebrow frowned. The tailor noticed that and asked: “Is there something wrong with the suit, sir? I can assure you that we’ve taken our time constructing it… it was originally going to be worn by the new crown prince of Fiore-““I-It’s just… I don’t know, maybe the cape is a bit too long? I’d prefer if it was elbow-length or just a little further, but no more than that.”“Very well. I’ll have to judge upon that look myself, but stand still.”
Mura stood still once more, and the tailor did his magic with his pen and altered the cape’s length to just below elbow length. Mura’s face brightened up, and the tailor adjusted his glasses in a slight satisfaction.“Well, how do I look?”
the shaman spoke to his waiting spouse as the curtains were lifted to reveal him in a royal-like, pure-white tuxedo with an elbow-long cape to compliment her black and sexy attire. Mura couldn’t help but have a few dots of blush on his cheeks out of pride at how he looked from the mirrors earlier, and he hoped that Mythica found him very attractive in this outfit.
TWC: 3175 + 872 = 4047