remember when this blog was active?
((I have been neglecting Ray. I’m sorry.
But he left me first! I should probably replay Lux Pain before trying to get my muse back for him))
or Fem!Liu/Liu’s fabulous butt.
I just have a lot of things to do /flaps away
“Welllll-” The bluenette pondered for a moment.
“You can always go and visit the old Cinema Theater if you want to go watch a movie for free, they lady who owns it has a huge selection you can choose from.”
“A free movie?” Ray looked surprised. “That sounds great. But why is it free?”
Liu gave Ray a puzzled look at that. “Are you referring to our partnership, or me in a suit? How many people have you told, either way?” If Ray had somehow spread any details of the joke around FORT…
He tried to channel some of that annoyance into his next less-than-honest response. “I don’t feel as special anymore. Show anyone you want, then.”
Of course it would be for blackmailing purposes. Why else would he show up?
“No one, really.” Ray replied, smoothing out another wrinkle in his dress. “Well, no one you know. And I was talking about… both. Yes, both.” He hadn’t told anyone in FORT besides Liu.
Ray ignored Liu’s annoyed comment and pursed his lips. “Now that I think about it… if we gave you hair extensions, you could wear this dress. On second thought, we might not even need hair extensions..”
Because he wants to uh. Nevermind.
(Source: rayplatiere)
((I should probably get to replies soon.))
“It is pretty small, but it’s nicer that way. Everyone knows each other and all, not too much of a hustle and bustle of a city.”
“Understandable. You said you were a journalist, yes? Then you must have been everywhere in Kisaragi. Could you suggest any places I should visit?”
“It might happen someday,” he said noncommittally. Honestly, he felt a little more motivated now, but less motivated than he was to try to forget this ever happened. Ray in a dress was an image that was going to stick with him a long time otherwise.
Liu raised an eyebrow. “Who else, then?” …Atsuki? Or maybe Ray was secretly a drag queen, and crowded rooms saw him lip-sync in a dress every weekend.
…If that was it, he had to find out where. For blackmailing purposes.
“It better or there will be a lot of disappointed people.” Ray sighed, recalling the people at the store he bought the dress from. They were only joking, of course. Everyone knew that would never happen and the dress Ray was showing off was going to be returned later.
“Who else?” Ray smirked. “The ones who sold me this dress, of course.” He said, gesturing to the long river of silk. For a moment, he thought about keeping the dress just in case.
Blackmailing purposes, yeah right.
(Source: rayplatiere)
