[It's good that the media's finally calmed down about Cater. There will always be ignorant spuds on social media, but that was something Cater was going to have to learn as nonsense not to listen to, and Vil would put in every effort to see that he would.
And part of that effort is boosting the redhead's morale and self-esteem. While it was true that beauty was only skin-deep, one would be hard-pressed to dismiss the boost of confidence that can come simply from dressing up, accenting a person's wonderful features that they were so blind to before.
... not that Cater knows that, but it's time to change that.]
What indeed. Actually, I'm not here for myself at all.
[He brings up a finger.]
We're going to find the clothes to bring out the true Cater— beautiful, handsome and wonderful as he is.
[The tension melts away from his shoulders as Vil's proximity washes over him. Their twined fingers, the hand on his cheek, the kiss...it all fills him with warmth. He returns the smile with his confident airs stripped away, a bashful look on his face, leaning forward to hide his face for a quick moment against the taller boy's shoulder.]
[His hand shifts to stroke through the orange locks, and he lets the side of his head rest against Cater's.]
I was thinking we walk through the store and have a look at what all they offer. Whatever catches your eye, you can try it on. And no looking at the price tags.
[Which, Vil realizes might not be the easiest thing for Cater, but it would help. Cater's repressed so much of himself for so long that having him tap back into his intuition and gut feeling should, theoretically, help him start feeling a little more like "himself".]
[It's so hard not to look at the price tags. He knows that it isn't an object for Vil, that Vil is clearly intending to pay for whatever they decide on...but it's hard not to worry about being seen as someone just in it for the money. Still working on brushing off the h8ters, Cater knows that suddenly having an expensive wardrobe is going to come off a certain way to those people.
But also, he doesn't want to look like a total potato around Vil, either. So...deep breaths. Try to avoid those nasty paper slips.]
Okay! I'm ready! Let's do this!
[Cater's just gonna savor another couple seconds in Vil's arms before he pulls himself up, hands on his hips.]
Let's see...
[Swiveling his head around, Cater immediately makes his way toward the first brightly-colored item he finds. Red and orange accents paired with more neutral tones are clearly to his preference even beyond Heartslabyul's theme. With just Vil, it's a little easier for him to step out of that "cute" comfort zone that he's sequestered himself into, looking at fashion choices a bit more sophisticated.]
As long as I'm catching yours, that's all that matters.
[Besides...it's not like anyone is going to be looking at him when he's next to Vil. He figures no matter how he dresses, he may as well be invisible to everyone else.]
But what do you think?
[He shrugs on a coat, since that doesn't require a changing room.]
Does it strike you as truly Cater? I defer to your expert opinion.
[Cater's about to joke that Vil's going to give him an inflated ego talking like that, but then he sees the slight coloration on his face as Vil looks him over. Beaming, he tests the straps on the coat, fitting it more neatly against his form.]
Well, I think it suits me. It has the Vil Schoenheit seal of approval, after all. The bigger question: can we find pants that give me an ass that just won't quit?
[It's definitely clear that the more they get into the swing of things, the more comfortable Cater is. It helps that it isn't busy--Sage Island already being such a small place. Far less chance for them to get accosted by Vil's fans.
Before long, he has a few different options of styles to try that require use of the little changing room the store has and of course Cater steps out to get Vil's opinion on everything. He strikes fun poses, doing his best imitation of a top model, running his hand through his hair.]
What do you think? Would you rate me with a chili pepper?
[Vil continues to give light-hearted commentary and teasing through the process. There is nothing he dissuades. Perhaps there simply isn't a need to. Even if Cater mainly was into fashion because he wanted to fit in, it still seems it instilled in him enough of a sense of what should go together and what shouldn't.
...and it seems the more comfortable he gets, the better outfits he gets into. Or maybe it's just his blooming confidence that's so appealing?
Well, either way, when he comes out the most recent time... Vil finds himself blushing a much deeper red, this time.
Goodness, him. Who gave Cater any right being this attractive?]
Great Seven, Cater. [There's a quiet awe to his voice.] You really have been holding out on the world.
[Cater's whole body seems to light up at once at the use of the word, staring at Vil with saucer eyes that seem to wondrously question if he's sure. If that wasn't a mistake. Without realizing it, he's started leaning in, up on his toes.]
[It just figures that Cater had completely set himself to be swept off his feet. With most people, he knows how to be charming and flirtatious without batting an eye. With Vil? He's so thoroughly messy, he feels himself choking at the rebuttal.]
Then I guess we better...take these off...to, to you know, to double check...
[No he's totally lost the thread of his joke. His face is as red as a tomato.]
[Vil's suggestive response and teasing touches do absolutely nothing to calm Cater's flustered energy. He can't stop smiling, can barely talk between half-nervous, half-excited giggling. Around Vil he's like a puppy, tail wagging so hard he can't keep his feet still.]
Okay! Kinda feel like I should wear this out, it's doing so well for me.
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it's dress up cater and appreciate the fuck out of him week
And part of that effort is boosting the redhead's morale and self-esteem. While it was true that beauty was only skin-deep, one would be hard-pressed to dismiss the boost of confidence that can come simply from dressing up, accenting a person's wonderful features that they were so blind to before.
... not that Cater knows that, but it's time to change that.]
What indeed. Actually, I'm not here for myself at all.
[He brings up a finger.]
We're going to find the clothes to bring out the true Cater— beautiful, handsome and wonderful as he is.
guess it's the week he DIES
[Cater freezes in surprise, looking over at Vil as he makes his big reveal. A shock of confusion floods his face--and then he bursts out laughing.]
Pffft! You've already got the beautiful and handsome aesthetic covered. Cater Diamond's cute or bust!
rest in pieces sweet prince
And who says you can't be both?
[He steps forward, hands coming up to frame his face. One gently brushes his bangs behind an ear.]
I know you aren't dismissing the judgment of fashionista and top model Vil Schoenheit. Are you doubting my ability to spot hidden potential?
put lilies on his grave
[You know. 'Cause he's a Diamond...haha...but Vil's teasing definitely makes him look like he just swallowed a bug. Protect him, Queen of Hearts.]
Did I say anything dismissive? No, no, noooo doubting from me! I trust you implicitly.
[A familiar nervous habit, Cater starts playing with one of the locks of hair that frames his face.]
It's just, I mean, you know--I'm a little out of my element.
Re: put lilies on his grave
I know.
[He leans forward and presses a kiss to Cater's lips, before pulling back and smiling at him.]
That's why I'm here.
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Talk me through it--I'll follow your lead.
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I was thinking we walk through the store and have a look at what all they offer. Whatever catches your eye, you can try it on. And no looking at the price tags.
[Which, Vil realizes might not be the easiest thing for Cater, but it would help. Cater's repressed so much of himself for so long that having him tap back into his intuition and gut feeling should, theoretically, help him start feeling a little more like "himself".]
What do you think?
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[It's so hard not to look at the price tags. He knows that it isn't an object for Vil, that Vil is clearly intending to pay for whatever they decide on...but it's hard not to worry about being seen as someone just in it for the money. Still working on brushing off the h8ters, Cater knows that suddenly having an expensive wardrobe is going to come off a certain way to those people.
But also, he doesn't want to look like a total potato around Vil, either. So...deep breaths. Try to avoid those nasty paper slips.]
Okay! I'm ready! Let's do this!
[Cater's just gonna savor another couple seconds in Vil's arms before he pulls himself up, hands on his hips.]
Let's see...
[Swiveling his head around, Cater immediately makes his way toward the first brightly-colored item he finds. Red and orange accents paired with more neutral tones are clearly to his preference even beyond Heartslabyul's theme. With just Vil, it's a little easier for him to step out of that "cute" comfort zone that he's sequestered himself into, looking at fashion choices a bit more sophisticated.]
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[Will Cater even find anything he likes in this store? Vil's more than happy to visit a few to figure him out.
There's an amused smile at the teen hyping himself up, and he follows.
Oh. This is a delightful surprise.]
Neutral tones with bright accents... Those catch the eyes, you know.
[A light tease. Was his reserved, terribly afraid of standing out of the crowd date wanting to stand out after all?]
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[Besides...it's not like anyone is going to be looking at him when he's next to Vil. He figures no matter how he dresses, he may as well be invisible to everyone else.]
But what do you think?
[He shrugs on a coat, since that doesn't require a changing room.]
Does it strike you as truly Cater? I defer to your expert opinion.
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[He blinks as Cater puts on the coat, and a faint red rises to his cheeks.
His hand comes up to touch his chin thoughtfully.]
Whether it's truly Cater isn't my decision to make. It's yours.
...but it does look quite nice on you.
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Well, I think it suits me. It has the Vil Schoenheit seal of approval, after all. The bigger question: can we find pants that give me an ass that just won't quit?
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Can we, indeed? I suppose we ought to get searching.
[...it's nice to see Cater genuinely enjoy himself. Knowing how dark his thoughts can get makes this victory all the sweeter, small as it is.
Cater will be fine, he's sure of it. There's a beauty, and a strength he sees that Cater might not. But it's there all the same.]
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Before long, he has a few different options of styles to try that require use of the little changing room the store has and of course Cater steps out to get Vil's opinion on everything. He strikes fun poses, doing his best imitation of a top model, running his hand through his hair.]
What do you think? Would you rate me with a chili pepper?
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...and it seems the more comfortable he gets, the better outfits he gets into. Or maybe it's just his blooming confidence that's so appealing?
Well, either way, when he comes out the most recent time... Vil finds himself blushing a much deeper red, this time.
Goodness, him. Who gave Cater any right being this attractive?]
Great Seven, Cater. [There's a quiet awe to his voice.] You really have been holding out on the world.
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Geeze, Vil...
[It's hard for him to believe the words...but he believes Vil. His heart beats a little harder as he reaches for one of his date's beautiful hands.]
The rest of the world can wait...but as long as it's for you, I won't hold back anymore.
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I certainly am fortunate to have you as a boyfriend.
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[Cater's whole body seems to light up at once at the use of the word, staring at Vil with saucer eyes that seem to wondrously question if he's sure. If that wasn't a mistake. Without realizing it, he's started leaning in, up on his toes.]
Me?
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You.
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[Gasping as he receives the peck, he keeps his boyfriend (his boyfriend!) close so he can whisper conspiratorially:]
I think it's the outfit. It must be made out of boyfriend material.
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Please...
[And then he leans and whispers back:]
I'd much rather you with nothing on.
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Then I guess we better...take these off...to, to you know, to double check...
[No he's totally lost the thread of his joke. His face is as red as a tomato.]
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He brings a hand up, running a finger down Cater's nose, onto his lips and then down his jaw.]
I would be more than happy to help when we return to the Dorm.
[The benefits of their relationship being outed means no one will think twice about Cater visiting or going to Vil's room.]
Shall we wrap things up here?
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Okay! Kinda feel like I should wear this out, it's doing so well for me.
[You know. Until Vil takes it off.]
Where to, next?
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Vil gives a thoughtful hum, hands coming up to slightly straighten the outfit on Cater.]
On the one hand, you do look quite sharp. On the other, there are some things we simply can't do while we're out.
[A devilish smile.]
What would you prefer?
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