[At least it didn't turn out to be a disaster. Sincerity has the magic Merriment was talking about.
Also, he shockingly allows Sincerity to take him by the arm. He's resigned? He's trying not to get the favor taken away, plus a certain orange has worn down his hard edges when it comes to someone being clingy.]
You don't have to! Makeovers don't mean crossdressing, silly. I just want the chance to get to dress you up properly.
We'll find you something that you look great in and that you feel comfortable in. That' the best part of fashion - there are billions of different options.
[He still looks a little disgruntled. It seems to be more confusion than anything else really. Senri is probably having a great ol' time feeling his dumbass emotions for the next hour and a half.]
Why is this so important to you? I still don't get it.
Clothes let you express yourself in any way you want.
[Sincerity's voice softens somewhat as he starts searching through the racks.]
You can dress in a way that makes you feel strong, and confident, and powerful, even if you don't feel that way on your own. Or you can dress down so that people underestimate you, if that's how you want to do things.
The point is - clothes have more power than you might think.
[He's still... confused, but he does little more than watch Sincerity through gently furrowed brows. He glances at the clothes as if doing so will help him somehow understand why this is important.
Maybe... it does?
There was never a resounding decision he had to choose his clothes to... feel strong, or confident. It was utility mostly, and yet... Wearing the Uchihas' crest. Making that choice.
Naruto's stupid orange jumpsuit, standing out, attention seeking. People always underestimated Naruto for it, it's true.] Like Senri... [He looks back up.]
Everyone thinks he's an idiot... because he's dressing like a girl. Their guard is down. They'll tell him more information.
Maybe it's not as direct as picking up a knife and shanking someone with it, but clothes can be weaponized just like anything else. You just have to figure out how to use them to your advantage.
[Sasuke's lips fold into a soft, but thin line. He watches Sincerity pick through the clothes, looking... schooled with realization, to say the least.]
He's always had... the most information. But no brains to know what to do with it except blabber. It's annoying.
[His eyes drop to the clothes which he reluctantly takes. Carefully, he looks them over. They aren't... bad.
So he turns and hides behind one of the racks to try on the clothes that had been given. He hates how they all just seem to fit no matter what's tried on. GOD. After a minute or two, he comes back out trying to fix things appropriately.]
[He'd be so mad about the shit-eating grin, so this is so much better. Thanks for the masks.]
I guess.
[It still feels so weird, even if he's grown accustomed to most of it over the past week or so. He can be thankful it isn't something far out of his comfort zone, but still enough to pass for being... stylish.] I can't believe he challenged me. This is stupid. [Ugh. Feeling weird.
He rubs his chest with the heel of his palm, praying Senri isn't questioning what the heck he's feeling.]
He fixes the outer layers like he wants in front of a mirror. Nothing too tight even if he's not flailing around like an idiot ninja. There's... not really anything he can do with his head, so he flicks his fringe with his fingers and gives up.]
Not even if it might surprise them so much they'd just start talking? People do that, when they're flustered - they babble and let things slip they wouldn't normally.
[the god says this like the little shit he truly is]
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Also, he shockingly allows Sincerity to take him by the arm. He's resigned? He's trying not to get the favor taken away, plus a certain orange has worn down his hard edges when it comes to someone being clingy.]
I'm not dressing like a girl.
[His one condition.]
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We'll find you something that you look great in and that you feel comfortable in. That' the best part of fashion - there are billions of different options.
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Why is this so important to you? I still don't get it.
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[Sincerity's voice softens somewhat as he starts searching through the racks.]
You can dress in a way that makes you feel strong, and confident, and powerful, even if you don't feel that way on your own. Or you can dress down so that people underestimate you, if that's how you want to do things.
The point is - clothes have more power than you might think.
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Maybe... it does?
There was never a resounding decision he had to choose his clothes to... feel strong, or confident. It was utility mostly, and yet... Wearing the Uchihas' crest. Making that choice.
Naruto's stupid orange jumpsuit, standing out, attention seeking. People always underestimated Naruto for it, it's true.] Like Senri... [He looks back up.]
Everyone thinks he's an idiot... because he's dressing like a girl. Their guard is down. They'll tell him more information.
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[Sincerity sounds pleased.]
Maybe it's not as direct as picking up a knife and shanking someone with it, but clothes can be weaponized just like anything else. You just have to figure out how to use them to your advantage.
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He's always had... the most information. But no brains to know what to do with it except blabber. It's annoying.
[Sounds like someone is jealous, honestly.]
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[Sincerity hums, sorting through the clothing - then he holds a few pieces out to Sasuke.]
Here! Try these on.
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[His eyes drop to the clothes which he reluctantly takes. Carefully, he looks them over. They aren't... bad.
So he turns and hides behind one of the racks to try on the clothes that had been given. He hates how they all just seem to fit no matter what's tried on. GOD. After a minute or two, he comes back out trying to fix things appropriately.]
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Sincerity waits for him, and though Sasuke won't be able to see the shit-eating grin on his face (thanks, mask)... it's most definitely there.]
Well, well, well! You do clean up nicely, Sasuke-kun.
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I guess.
[It still feels so weird, even if he's grown accustomed to most of it over the past week or so. He can be thankful it isn't something far out of his comfort zone, but still enough to pass for being... stylish.] I can't believe he challenged me. This is stupid. [Ugh. Feeling weird.
He rubs his chest with the heel of his palm, praying Senri isn't questioning what the heck he's feeling.]
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Oh, it's not that bad. Why don't you go out there like that? You're sure to dazzle the others this way.
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[Hm.
He fixes the outer layers like he wants in front of a mirror. Nothing too tight even if he's not flailing around like an idiot ninja. There's... not really anything he can do with his head, so he flicks his fringe with his fingers and gives up.]
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[the god says this like the little shit he truly is]
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I’ll consider it.
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That's all I can ask.
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Sasuke heaves a soft sigh and pushes his hands down into the front pockets of the pants.]
The stuff you put on your face. The makeup. [There's............... a long pause. He looks so put-out.] Some of that, too, I guess.
[he hates senri nito so much]
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If it's even possible, Sincerity becomes all the more perky at that, and wastes absolutely no time in whipping out a makeup palette.]
Lucky for you, I'm great at that.