Beware of ghosts... Hoo hoo! :B

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Jane followed her compatriot into the tent, grateful that the wind had at least calmed down enough to provide a chance to shake the sand from clothing outside the tent, although she wasn’t quite sure she’d gotten all of it. At least now she wasn’t dripping sand from every pore of flesh. She curled up in the corner right next to Roxy, half wondering how on Earth Strider managed to carry this thing around for so long without a captcha system.

“I’m sorry, Roxy,” she apologized, awkwardly brushing some missed sand from her friend’s shoulder. “I’ve never been out here in a skirt before; I wasn’t aware it would be an issue. Do you need any help?”

She felt it only right to offer assistance. Really, she should have realized that skirts were impractical for this type of weather, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. And… actually, that sounded kind of odd, didn’t it?

With a great deal of mortification and a heavy blush besides, she added, “I mean, if you need someone to hold up a towel for you or anything along those lines! Anything that would aid in remedying your situation?”

Ugh, that didn’t sound quite right either! Jane should just shut up before she said anything else that sounded remotely compromising. That was a good idea. She was already starting to worry that Strider was getting annoyed, especially with how much she’d been bungling things up lately. Even if they had a rather healthy rivalry, it wouldn’t do any good to create conflict tonight and get Roxy and Jake tangled up in it.

It was really a good thing they’d all be sharing a tent together, considering how cold the desert got during the night. Being a particularly dry place, nearly devoid of all plant life and sparsely populated with Pokemon, the desert had an incredibly low specific heat, and could get surprisingly cold after dark! She wasn’t entirely certain how it happened, but she did know it was one of the main reasons the desert got less windy, one of the main factors in designing BCC’s go-goggles.

“I believe I have some bacon in my Fetch Modus,” Jane tried to supply helpfully. It wasn’t any good if an item-storing system for cooks and by cooks couldn’t keep food fresh. “I’m, er. not entirely certain how well the preservation system works, though. It’s still in alpha-testing stages.”

Sitting toward the back of the tent away from the ‘door’ flap he changed into one of his no sleeve shirts and vest jacket things before they went into the desert, his normal log sleeves obviously going to be too warm. Before going into the tent he turned out at least a pound of sand from his hood and can still feel it in between his toes and folds of his clothes. “This bloody desert… Roxy I understand how you feel about sand everywhere.” Nicsaw is sitting in his lap munching on a bit of poffin, the little Pokémon already able to use a few attacks despite being still just born.

“Still, there are ruins in this desert and I’m excited to find them!” grins thinking about the dusty ruins. “It’ll be a different experience since I’m used to wetter relics.” Hums, not thinking twice about the fact that what he said could be considered dirty in some way.

At Dirk’s mention of what he has to eat and Jane mentioning her own, Jake speaks up, “Well, with my Sylladex I can carry some pretty big things. I don’t think I have a cooler though. I didn’t think about that. I do have… Chips, fruit, fruit snacks, and an assortment of drinks, if anyone would like anything.”

Using her passive skill of ‘moirail roll’, Roxy rolls a perfect 20 and quickly picks up on Dirk’s concerns with the heat. Also the fact that he is pretty much IN heat. Lookit that fucker. Wanted to spell words out on Jake’s lower back. At night. “Well, at least it’s warm now. At night is gets cold a FUCK.” Without missing a beat, she turns to her best girl. “Aww Janey, you’re the best, if you don’t mind I got a bunch of sand stuck-“

Unable to keep a straight face and Jane’s backpedaling, she pats the poor girls shoulders. “It’s fine Janey, I don’t wanna be giving these healthy young men TOO much of a show! Gotta be playin hard to get. Tease it girl.” Nodding sagely to herself.

Brushing sand of herself, she looks to Jake and tilting her head. Looking to Jane. Then to Dirk. Nobody gonna…. snatch that one? Seriously? COME ON GUYS YOU SUCK. “How deep have you gotten into those caves Jakey? You musta explored EVERY nook and cranny by now.” Come on she even set it up for you shitheads. YOU CAN DO IT. You can- “ALL HAIL JAKE. I knew one of us brought non perishable shit. Spread the wealth!” Bouncing in place, eager to see what delicious treats Jake has been holding onto. He will eat it all. Everything. Yessss. 

Jane was bumbling everything lately. The blond couldn’t help but feel sorry for her - whenever she tried to correct herself over a simple statement that might possibly be misconstrued, she just dug herself deeper until she couldn’t possibly get out of it.

Unfortunately for her, he was feeling rather juvenile after a day of slogging through sand which he was certain had ingrained itself in his scalp.

“Try not to get too frisky in my tent, Crocker. I won’t have you sullying its virginal walls.” Oh no, he had other plans in lieu with that line of thought.

At Roxy’s pointed look, Dirk just shrugged. “I’ve already pitched one tent tonight, someone else can take a turn.” Taking the jerky out of his sylladex he put it in the middle of the tent as he sat down so they could eat in a close circle without risking crumbs in someone’s sleeping area. As he pondered over what, precisely, he wanted to eat, he pondered over the mysteries of the sylladex.

It was quite possible that the same process which allowed one to carry around so many items at once - in this case, in the form of data - put them in a form of stasis. He had no idea as to its effects on live organic matter, but it stood to reason that food stuffs would not decompose in such a form. He would have to discuss it further with Gran but he had a basic idea as to how the system functioned. From there he began pondering on corrupted data, wondering if it would be possible to use a modified sylladex as a form of garbage disposal or as an online store where a trainer could buy something in the field and have it transferred to them. The possibilities really were endless and it left him deep in thought as he ate his banana in silence, zoned out to everything more than a foot away from him.

Sputtering indignantly at Dirk’s insinuation that she intended on debauching his tent, Jane began to quite literally see red. That was reason for pause. She blinked the rims of vermillion from her eyes. Perhaps she’d been wearing her BCC goggles a little too tightly for too long. At the very least, they prevented sand from getting into her eyes, quite possibly averting a disaster. It was a shame the same couldn’t be said for the rest of her body.

Mood equally soured by long treks under the sun, Jane finally mustered up a retort, “Don’t worry; I don’t intend to engage in any sullying of your tent, though I’m sure it’s seen worse in terms of uncleanliness.”

That was a subtle dig at the irony of Dirk’s statement, one she doubted Jake would catch on to. She hadn’t any doubt he didn’t engage in one or two acts of hogmagundy with past companions in this tent. She seemed to have a vague recollection of Jake mentioning someone… no, perhaps there was only the fellow who’d sold them pizza. She’d been certain he’d mentioned a past girlfriend at one point or another, but it was either forgotten or imagined.

She smiled in Jake’s general direction and, understanding the words as he meant them, added, “Well, of course you’re more used to oceanside ruins, since that’s all there are near Undella. Since, as Roxy said, you’ve probably explored every nook and cranny like butter in an English muffin, I’m sure the desert ruins will be a nice, new place for you to explore!”

Deciding to forgo the bacon and other things that would require cooking, Jane decaptchalogued a two-tier round chocolate sponge cake, just lightly frosted with a thin coat of buttercream. Like her father always said, it was important to carry at least four baked goods on you at all times!

“I suppose there’s also that, if you don’t think it’ll make too much of a mess,” Jane suggested, giving Dirk a sideways glance that she thought he may not have noticed, too entranced by the banana he was eating. “I’m afraid most of what I have needs to be cooked except for baked things.”

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Following the nights events, in which Jake english flashed the ass, Dirk sought the ass and Jane lusted hardcore over the aforementioned ass, Roxy was left without her surprise due to consistent interruptions for Dirk to join them in the viewing of Treasure planet. While not the orgy starter Roxy claimed this time, the night went of fairly well, with many questions answered like how big is Dirk’s broadsword, does Jake’s pistol occasionally misfire, Jane’s spooning career and more! Fun was had and it would be a dreadful shame if even a moment of it went unappreciated.

The following day included but was not limited to sisterly puking in a homesick fashion and Jake and Dirk polishing each other’s gun. Thing continued throughout the week in a similar fashion with a slowly decreasing amount of puking.

One week later after the events Jake discovered his blossoming panty fetish, the crew decided to head north to the sandy desert resort, stopping at route 4 as the sun sets and with the determination not to freeze to dead or swallow enough sand to become hourglasses, the victory crew set up their tents, rather, “Tent” for the night. 

Roxy constantly shifts awkwardly from side to side, trying to not focus on HOW the sand ended up in her knickers but with the more urgent task or removing the shit. “Ohmy GOD, Janey why did you let me skirt the desert.” Upon entering, Roxy quickly sets up a happy home for herself in the corner with Jane.

“What are we eating? Is Dirk bringing in the meat? Oh my god meat sounds so good right now.” She would rip into the jugular and shake if she could, but alas, she has to delay. They aren’t even sat down yet.

The week in Castelia City was over in a blur of laughter and good times. They stayed inside for the most part, keeping a low profile partially because of their impending trip and the necessary preparation leading up to it and partially because they risked being swarmed by overzealous fangirls whenever they so much as left the building. It only got worse as word spread and Dirk’s match at the Pokemon gym summoned a certifiable horde of them. Even Roxy’s valiant attempts to stave them off - namely by tossing her panties into the fray and yelling that they were Dirk’s but falling back on breaking a bottle and threatening people when this ruse inevitably failed - had not been successful.

Now displaying a new badge on his belt Dirk stopped in the lee of a hill with the rest of his friends where they would be setting up camp. Sand still drifted outside of the lee’s shelter, probably gearing up for a storm, but inside the area it was safe to shake the particles out of his hair and clothing without having to worry about them being immediately replaced. Ejecting the large tent out of his sylladex he worked with his friends to set it up, knowing the four of them could sleep in a square within the structure without touching each other or the sides of the tent. He had bought it when Jeff first evolved into a Charizard, so she could sleep half inside with the rest of the team; as such it was rather large. For obvious reasons he was more than grateful that he no longer had to haul it around on his back.

After they piled inside with as much sand left outside as humanly possible Dirk pulled off his jacket. It had been necessary in the whipping sand but stifling to say the least. Stripped down to a black muscle shirt and jeans, he then removed some food for their evening meal from his sylladex. After they ate he would let out his Pokemon so they could eat their own food and interact with each other; there would be more than enough room for them to stay out for the night as long as they didn’t get too rowdy. In fact - if it had just been himself and Jake they probably could have kept all their Pokemon out with some room to spare. But even if Roxy and Jane kept their teams in their balls that would not be feasible.

I guess I should just be happy to spend some more time with them. There’ll be more time for that when we split into two groups, the blond reasoned to himself. Glancing at the two young women from behind his shades he still couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed especially since the tent would become very warm very fast. But there was only room enough for his own tent to be pitched.

“I have some jerky, but that’s about it,” he said in reply to Roxy’s question - as provocative as it was supposed to be. “Without a refrigerator or at least a cooler I don’t think slabs of flesh would have survived long in the weather out there.”

Jane followed her compatriot into the tent, grateful that the wind had at least calmed down enough to provide a chance to shake the sand from clothing outside the tent, although she wasn’t quite sure she’d gotten all of it. At least now she wasn’t dripping sand from every pore of flesh. She curled up in the corner right next to Roxy, half wondering how on Earth Strider managed to carry this thing around for so long without a captcha system.

“I’m sorry, Roxy,” she apologized, awkwardly brushing some missed sand from her friend’s shoulder. “I’ve never been out here in a skirt before; I wasn’t aware it would be an issue. Do you need any help?”

She felt it only right to offer assistance. Really, she should have realized that skirts were impractical for this type of weather, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. And… actually, that sounded kind of odd, didn’t it?

With a great deal of mortification and a heavy blush besides, she added, “I mean, if you need someone to hold up a towel for you or anything along those lines! Anything that would aid in remedying your situation?”

Ugh, that didn’t sound quite right either! Jane should just shut up before she said anything else that sounded remotely compromising. That was a good idea. She was already starting to worry that Strider was getting annoyed, especially with how much she’d been bungling things up lately. Even if they had a rather healthy rivalry, it wouldn’t do any good to create conflict tonight and get Roxy and Jake tangled up in it.

It was really a good thing they’d all be sharing a tent together, considering how cold the desert got during the night. Being a particularly dry place, nearly devoid of all plant life and sparsely populated with Pokemon, the desert had an incredibly low specific heat, and could get surprisingly cold after dark! She wasn’t entirely certain how it happened, but she did know it was one of the main reasons the desert got less windy, one of the main factors in designing BCC’s go-goggles.

“I believe I have some bacon in my Fetch Modus,” Jane tried to supply helpfully. It wasn’t any good if an item-storing system for cooks and by cooks couldn’t keep food fresh. “I’m, er. not entirely certain how well the preservation system works, though. It’s still in alpha-testing stages.”

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gastlygumshoe:

uh.

desert resort, i think, would be a good idea??

giratinasterror:

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Relic Castle!

tipsygardevoir:

I say we hop to route 4. Mostly because, you know. The next area. It would help us get our asses in gear for when shit reeeally goes down.

So it would seem we have a threeway tie.

The only real things that would happen on Route 4 are battles, catching Pokemon, and perhaps some random shenanigans. I think we should make a pitstop there - nothing big; just them camping out. With the sand they’ll have to stay inside so either they will all use Dirk’s tent (it’s the largest by far) or we can pair them up by gender so Roxy and Jane are in one tent, and Jake and Dirk in another.

If we go with the latter option one of us could make the initial post, then tag team it from there. For example, if Kira posted first, I and either Ty or Alpha would reblog it. Then Kira would reblog from mine, and we would have two chains instead of one because Jake and Dirk won’t be interacting with Roxy and Jane. It would probably go faster than another fourway one.

So if no one has any objections to this little one before we go to either Relic Castle or Desert Resort, please vote for them being in the same tent or it being divided by genders. Thanks!

I’m personally for same-tent sans division, mostly so Roxy and Jane could alleviate the pre-relationship awkwardness that currently seems to exist between Jake and Dirk.

((I’m not sure if this is what Rem meant by synopsis, but ok. If there are any inaccuracies in this storyline, please let me know.))

Jane proceeds to give Jake the best makeover she possibly can, and, despite it being both of their first attempts at the crossdressing thing, she believes it didn’t go over too horribly! In spite (or perhaps because) of his more feminine appearance, she continues to find Jake attractive, though she is beginning to get frustrated with his irrational concerns relating to Dirk.

Speaking of Dirk, Jane continues to be irritated with him for any great number of reasons, the first of which being that he can pull off dresses better than she can. She is still annoyed about his role in Jake’s frets, and wonders why he hasn’t made his move yet when anyone with deduction ability matching hers ought to have noticed by now. She is furthermore concerned about the sanitation involved with Roxy’s new body modification, and finds it largely worrisome, although strangely fascinating.

More sleepover events occur, cumulating in the event where Jane and Dirk make breakfast. Jane later takes care of a sick Roxy (dubbed “Homesick”), while the boys go gallivanting off at a shooting range.

Sometime over the course of the next few days, Jane goes to Castelia’s gym with Jake and Dirk, enthusiastically cheering on both of her friends as they challenge it.

Presumably, there would be more traipsing around Castelia City, before heading out on Route 4, where the air is half-sand and the ruins run deep.

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Quickly, Roxy thought up of a quick and fairly effective plan of action. A plan that was pretty much a given and ALREADY planned, but one that now had branded onto it’s ass the seal of approval. Like one might place on cows, or on people in sub/dom relationship’s. Gawd that’s some kinky shit. You want me to put it on rite now? I got it in the other room.” She says already moving to retrieve it. HOPEFULLY Jack and Jill would survive all the hills they would now doubt tumble the fuck down without their supervision.

“Ready when you are Straddler.” It would be best to do it behind close doors. Probably. Can’t spoil the magic ahead of time. That’s unacceptable!

Taking the underwear offered of him he looks at them feeling a flush creeping up his face again. Waiting until Jane is hidden away again he removes his boxers before looking at the frilly panties again. He can’t believe he’s going to do this. Letting out a sigh he slips in one foot then the other before pulling them up, telling himself they’re just silky briefs to make himself feel less—awkward.

“I have a hard time figuring out if I can really go through with Nimbasa because… I’m just—I’m scared.” Looking at himself in the mirror he rubs his nose before shaking his head. “Never mind. Anyway! How do I look?”

“Well, the kids are occupied,” Dirk said as he ushered her along to her bedroom. Once they were safely inside - door closed - he set the items he brought along on her admittedly crowded dresser. “Do you have any clue if you have the old sewing machine, by the way? If I do this all by hand it will take way too long.” He decided to forego mentions of hand cramps because really and truly, that would be spoon feeding the dirty-minded teenager a joke that she could easily come up with without his aid.

Strapping on the wrist pincushion so he wouldn’t have to speak around a mouth full of pins, he then silently added a collection of pins to it so he would be able to have ready access to them. “Let’s try to keep this quick. We don’t want to ruin the surprise, right?”

Stepping back beyond the shower curtain, Jane observed the wall of the shower in an effort not to think about Jake’s current actions. The mention of it was making her somewhat flustered, even. Helping Jake get gussied up was fun, but also somewhat embarrassing.

She was grateful that Jake had said something, shocking though it may be. Though, she supposed that even her adventurous compatriot couldn’t be all-headstrong all the time. It was horribly frustrating, she realized, the utter inanity with which she’d posed her prior query. Of course he was scared; he was going to make an admission of romantic attempt towards his bosom friend. Jane understood that feeling acutely.

Deciding to leave it be was she ruminated on what to say, she poked her head out from behind the curtain, “You look smashing, Jake! Just… ah, here, let me help you with that…”

She clambered out of the shower completely and began to straighten the mussed collar of the blouse. It was true; he looked fantastic, indeed, perhaps even especially attractive. Jane could very easily see how, with a few applications of make-up and some necessary grooming, he could pass for a lass.

After a few seconds of blouse-organizing, she finally made an answer, “Jake…

“I know it’s probably scary to some degree, but…” she bit her lip here. How to phrase it? “The gain would be so much greater than the potential loss, don’t you think? You’ll just have to bite the bullet and overcome your fears.”

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Roxy nods, deciding that the apology she just made will be the LAST ON THE SUBJECT. All is forgiven and there is no point wasting time on silly little things like that. She nearly bounces at the mention of an opportunity to play with the girls.

“You wanna take care of my while our babies gossip in the bathroom?” She beams, ever so eager to get this going. “I can probably keep em busy for a while. OH! I can show them the yo-yo and pineapple trick! omg”

Time of course is of the essence, thus Roxy decides to leave her bod in Dirk capable crotch grabbing hands. “You need my measurements or sumthin? Cop-on, cop-off? How’d you even learn this shit anyway. You go through sum karayte kid montage with a sowin machine?” Which now that she thinks about it further, is the only way she can see Dirk learning ANYTHING.

Unable to argue that he’ll need the room to figure out the skirt Jake nods softly and waits until Jane is well hidden before he starts to pull off his clothes. Starting with the shirt he unfolds it and holds it over himself in the mirror first as he speaks. “Well, it’s about Dirk… again. Sort of about what just happened. I’m not all together sure I can go through with Nimbasa.” He sighs as he pulls the shirt on. It fits rather well which in his head is a bit scary. “Just now when we were alone… He didn’t touch me inappropriately or anything but in my head I kinda… made it out like he did.” Face flushes as he removes his pants. Looking at the skirt he decides to roll up  his boxers before slipping into the skirt. It fits a bit snug around his waist and fabric of his boxers is making is hard to zip it up. “I’m having a bit of trouble here.” 

Dirk cringed as he took the box of sewing pins and his measuring tape from the coffee table.

“No. No pineapple and yo-yo trick, Rox. Considering the fact that it made me nauseated, I’m not sure how Jake or - Arceus forbid - Jane would react to it.” Tucking his pad of paper into his pocket and picking up the finished pair of panties, frilly finish and all, he walked past Roxy towards her bedroom. As he hung the underwear on the bathroom doorknob he explained to her, “I need you to wear it so I can pin it in place so I know where to sew. As for how I learned it, I can thank both Gran and traveling for that.”

Studiously staring at a corner of the bathroom, Jane frowned as she listened to Jake talk. As she knew, he was a lot more intuitive than he appeared to be, and maybe he was subconsciously picking up on Dirk’s… well, actual intentions! But, then again, she was aware that he was also prone to letting his imagination run wild, and she could name one or two occasions where he’d mentally jumped to, ahem, the wrong conclusions. It was a toss-up, like anything involving Jake English was.

“I… see,” she said by way of postponing the conversation for just a few seconds, in order to collect her thoughts. “Well, it sounds to me like your feelings are definitely romantic… shucks, buster! I’m afraid you’ll have to explain it a bit more… Why, exactly, do you feel like it’s more difficult to go through with it?”

She stepped out from behind the curtain, and took note of the issue, before giving him her conjecture.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to remove those,” Jane finally said. “Let me go see if Dirk has your other undergarments done…”

She opened the bathroom door and poked her head out, seeing neither hide nor blonde hair of her other compatriots. The frilly article of clothing, however, was on the door knob, miraculously undisplaced by the door’s opening. Oh my. She hadn’t known quite what to expect from Strider, but it looked like he had, to say the least, really outdone himself. She plucked it from its perch, and turned around, shutting and locking the door behind her once again.

“Here, change into this,” she smiled weakly in Jake’s direction, handing him the lingerie.

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As Jane led Jake away Roxy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Jane sitting in the bath tub with a scream mask as Jake undressed. As perfect and gorgeous and….. amazing as she was, Roxy occasionally felt some serious serial killer vibes coming of her bbfsy. At least when man ass was concerned! In fact, Roxy was 200% sure that Jane loved ass more than anybody in the room. A jawbreaker of sexual tension. Quietly, she mosies on up close to Dirk with and let’s be honest here, the most stupidly glee filled expression on her face. The joy equal parts happiness and radiation.

“Soooo Dirky~” She practically PURRS the second Jane and Jake are gone. “Watcha think? I can totes pull it off right? Coz I mean, I’m no expert on this stuff… but I’m p sure Janey’s gonna love it!” She leans in, almost vibrating in glee as she looks over his workstation. The boy always had a way of perfecting nearly everything he tried. 

“Also, when’d you get so imtimate with Jakey’s naughty zone? Come on, gossip with momma Roxy, how’s the goods?” With that, she is winking and wonking, and nudging him slightly at the same time. “Thought you was all big into the dates and wooing though! Didn’t nobody ever tell you it’s bad luck to peek at presents?” Ok now she was just teasing, but she was happy for him though. Baby bird Dirk found himself a mate and is currently building a nest for the eggs.

“Bee-tee-dubs? I’m still totes sorry about our lil mishap though. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” Of course, it was almost expected of Roxy to do such things, she forgets it is a lot easier for Dirk to let people down. Probably because she expect more of him that her.

The thought leaves an awful taste in her mouth, so she decides to replace it with the beautiful image of scrote-nests.

Giving Dirk a short thumbs up at the comment of his “owning the outfit” Jake turns to Jane and gives a little nod as she mentions going to the bathroom to try on the clothes. “After you.” holds his arm out to motion her to go first. Moving to the bathroom he listens for Dirk and Roxy a moment before looking at Jane. “I could change behind the curtain or something if you’d come in here.” He nods his head for Jane to come inside as he carefully takes the outfit from her. “I… kind of need to talk so…” Gives the floor a troubled kind of look for a moment.

After the brunet duo absconded to the bathroom, Dirk turned to Roxy, who was all but draped over him. He honestly didn’t mind, however - it was just the way his fellow blond was.

“I know for a fact that you won’t just pull it off, Rox - you will rock it and Jane will be awed and amazed,” he reassured his friend with a slight quirk of his lips. “I’ll need you for about twenty minutes, and then you’ll have to distract them for a while. An hour, maybe - but that shouldn’t be too hard if there’s a movie or something involved. Or some battles. You’re creative so I doubt you’ll have problems with that.” Rolling his eyes at Roxy’s next comment, he gave a dismissive wave and began to clean up the table.

“We’ve practically been living in a sardine can, of course I’ve seen more of him than my chivalrous heart would normally allow for.” Even if she was teasing him, it was something he would rather brush over - just like the next topic she brought up.

Standing he gave a shrug and walked over to the trash can to dispose of the waste in his hands. “I should have known better. I think that we both know that us and alcohol don’t go well together.”

Jane shut the door behind her, looking concerned about Jake. Worried that he was about to confess to her some heinous act Dirk had committed, like his hand wandering in places where it needn’t go, or being “accidentally” groped at or breathing down his neck like a major creep or… well, there were a lot of possibilities! It could be an emergency situation. One that she needed to advise Jake on, even

“There’s no need for that, really,” Jane answered earnestly. “You’ll need the space to maneuver around the skirt. I’ll take the curtain, if you please.”

She caught the shower curtain in her fingers and stepped inside. It was, fortunately, quite dry, and Jane was pleasantly surprised that her socks were undampened by the shower.

“What did you need to talk about?” she inquired, settling into a conversational tone.

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While Jane’s outfit was a bit more on the modest side - an open back would have been nice, especially in counterpoint to the ruffled cravat at the neck - but Dirk couldn’t help but approve of her choice. It would suit Jake even if it didn’t so much accentuate his body as it did cover it up, which was a shame in Dirk’s opinion.

Jane’s blunder very nearly had him laughing; clamping down on his expression, he added in a comment of his own in the wake of the Crocker heiress’ failed attempts to remain unflustered. Even if she was competition she was still his friend, after all.

“I’m going to second Jane’s opinion. You are going to own this outfit, panties and all. If you need them fitted let me know.”

As Jake and Jane began to converse he stood, lending Roxy his ear as he looked over the clothing she had selected for him. It was a high quality silk that rippled like water over his fingers at his touch, the obi a slightly stiff gauzy fabric reminiscent of koi fins. “Awesome. You have shoes and everything for it?” he asked. The size was right, though it would be a bit short on him. Sitting down would likely be a problem if he wasn’t careful and a peek show wasn’t precisely in his agenda, accidental or no.

Jane nodded and concurred, “Of course!! Um…”

Not exactly about to let Jake change his clothing out here where there was no privacy and everyone could see (despite “everyone” being just her, Dirk, and Roxy), Jane deliberated for a little while on where Jake could have some privacy in putting on clothes. She eyed Dirk for a moment more, certain that he was part of the reason why Jake was feeling so uncomfortable. Her eyes quickly darted over to Roxy, who was occupied talking to Dirk about clothing. Surely, they wouldn’t miss Jake for a couple of minutes?

Then, Roxy quite vocally agreed with her, unintentionally, which startled Jane a little. Gosh! She almost giggled out loud at the mental image of Jake’s derriere bursting from the skirt’s seams. That girl certainly had a way with words!

“How about we head towards the bathroom to get this on?” Jane suggested. If worst came to worst, she would just have to turn the other way. Maybe she could stand behind the shower curtain to allow Jake to change. That would be suitable, she thought. “I’ll go with you to make sure you put it on correctly; skirts can be a mess if you’re not careful.”

She re-folded the cloth over her arm and tried to reassure Jake by smiling as she led him away to the bathroom. It was obvious to her that he was vexed by something, and she was going to do the best she could to soothe it.

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“Very well, actually. Thanks,” was Dirk’s distracted reply to Jane as he drew an outline using his scribbled dimensions. Adding a seam allowance, he took a pair of scissors and sat back to cut out the pattern. It wasn’t his first time making a pattern from scratch - he was actually used to working with more complicated designs, such as the one for his double-breasted tunic with its stiff collar and epaulets. All the way from its initial concept drawn in the dirt with a stick to the finished product now stowed safely away in his sylladex, it had largely been trial and error to make. Something like this would be almost ridiculously easy.

Taking the damaged maroon and fuchsia cape - now devoid of its previous embroidery - from Roxy, Dirk shrugged. His sewing kit made an appearance (he really did like this storage system) and he retrieved matching thread, some miscellaneous odds and ends for embellishment, his sewing scissors, a needle, and some pins. As he made sure the pattern wouldn’t move thanks to some well-placed pins through the doubled over fabric, he answered, “There’s really no use in wasting fabric. Especially since this shit was so expensive. The rest I’ll use for small repairs or whatever.” His costume was, in a phrase, fit for royalty - every detail was immaculate, and he was sure he wouldn’t stop mourning the ruined cape any time soon. With crystal beads, fuchsia satin, maroon velvet, and silk thread and embroidery floss, it had been a tonne of work and a tonne of cash.

He was definitely never getting that wasted again.

“Fuck punishment, this is gonna be the event of the year thanks to the most bitching pair of panties ever made.” Threading the needle with practised ease he unravelled the spool and snipped it. As he tied the knot on the end he added, “I’d go on about your loins being gently nestled in a satin and velvet hammock but I don’t want Crocker to start hyperventilating.”

Jane held up the articles of clothing for Jake’s approval or otherwise.

“What do you think?” she inquired, still apprehensive about pushing Jake’s boundary of comfort. Did he really consider it a punishment? He did look awfully unnerved by something… was it the clothes, or was it what had transpired in that bathroom? She’d have to have a word or two with him about it, preferably sooner than later— especially what with Strider’s less-than-innocent comment. “Loins gently nestled in a hammock”, hmmm? She frowned deeply for a second. Suspicious.

Swearing that she’d make Strider pay if he’d done anything inappropriate, she put on a smile and attempted to assure Jake, “You’d look smashing in it, I think!”

She paused for a second. Wait.

“Er, I meant the clothing! Not the underwear!” she tried to backtrack, in case she was giving Jake the wrong idea. Unfortunately, she was having a difficult time closing her mouth, “Well, I’m sure you’ll look fantastic in the undergarments, too, I mean, but— well, it’s not as if I’ll be particularly looking at them— er, which isn’t to say that it’s a guarantee I’ll never— but really, I was referring to the clothing in my original statement!”

She turned bright red with embarrassment and covered half her face with a hand.

“Never mind!” she tried to laugh it off. “Hoo hoo!”

Re-gathering the cloth, Jane attempted to return to business as usual, studiously ignoring her botched statement.

“In any case, perhaps it might be a good idea to make sure my selections fit. And that you like them, of course,” she continued, ears and cheeks still mildly pinked. “Perhaps you ought to go try them on? I can help if you need any assistance.”

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Following Dirk quickly he eyes over his shoulder for the girls, geez they were taking a long time, he slips into the bathroom and stands near the bath as he waits for Dirk to tell him what to do. Again a blush creeps up his face before he shakes his head at Dirk’s suggestion that he take the measurements himself. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to really do it and I’d rather not be the fault of things getting messed up later so…” clearing his throat Jake undoes his pants and slips them down. “Be gentle!” he laughs trying to calm himself down. Being this nervous about something that was no big deal when they were kids was stupid! He was being stupid!

‘Now come on Jake. If you keep this up that sharp eye of his is going to know something is going on then he’ll prod you for the truth until you say! You have a plan, sort of, STICK WITH IT!’ Done shouting at himself he relaxes his stance and sticks out a leg for Dirk, assuming he needed to do so.

Dirk put up the palms of his gloved hands, spreading his fingers. “Got my kid gloves on, promise,” he said with a reassuring smile. It was almost adorable how flustered Jake was getting. He just hoped that it wasn’t discomfort born out of the fact that it was another male being so close to his junk. That would put a damper on his plans.

Taking the tape measure and his pad of paper to scribble down measurements, Dirk dropped to one knee. It was true that it was somewhat difficult to do - and so was lifting his arms - but he managed without so much as a grimace. It was with an air of professionalism that he took the necessary measurements. Despite how difficult it was not to imagine running his hands over Jake’s thighs, to do intimate things with and to him, he shoved the majority of those fantasies out of his mind. No matter his age he was well disciplined; he had to be, with such a hands-on best friend-slash-crush.

With a hand on the vanity to help him climb to his feet (disguised carefully as placing his measuring tape there) the blond stood and looked over the measurements, constructing the pattern mentally. With a nod he put the notepad in his back pocket and the pen on his ear.

“Alright. I’m probably going to need to make some minor adjustments, and for that I’ll need to fit you, but right now you can run off and frolic with the girls. Assuming they don’t want me first at least.” The measuring tape found its way to his neck, hanging from his shoulders like a yellow ribbon-thin scarf. With a friendly clap to Jake’s back, he opened the bathroom door and left to begin working on the pattern.

Jane deliberated on Roxy’s suggestion. Certainly, while she had basically no idea about how to dress a fellow as a lass (was it much harder than dressing a lass as a lass?), she could pick it up by observing Roxy, and as long as she kept a careful eye on Jake’s facial expressions and the tenseness of his stature, she was fairly certain she could figure out what to avoid doing.

“Well… all right,” she finally decided. “But you’ll, um, tell me if I’m doing something wrong, right? Some erroneous mistake like mismatching colors?”

That settled, she followed Roxy out of the closet, picking up a pair of simple-looking black flats on her way out. She certainly wasn’t about to try to make Jake walk in high heels; the poor chap would probably be unable to stand, much less walk.

Upon entering the living room, Jane saw that Dirk was already at work, drawing out a pattern for Jake’s new undergarments. He seemed thoroughly focused, she thought, narrowing her eyes and knitting her brows together, half-puzzled and half-suspecting. An act of mock innocence, when he was probably still picturing the areas he’d probably been measuring, perhaps?

She noticed Jake emerge from the bathroom out of the corner of her eye. He looked terribly flushed and nervous, and she wasn’t entirely sure whether it was about Dirk’s measurements or the crossdressing thing.

She cleared her throat at them.

“Salutations, fellows! So… how goes the garment design?” she inquired.

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“And only Arceus knows how they’ve managed it with the shit we’ve gotten caught up in. It gets worse though. If you want I could teach you instead of you just dumping everything on me,” the blond offered. It wasn’t a life skill that would go amiss and, honestly, Dirk missed the closeness they once shared. Embarking on this journey together had certainly gone a way towards repairing the damage their relationship had suffered but something like this certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Jake’s reaction to the necessary measurement was - in a word - priceless. “It would definitely help with a better fit.” Cocking his head he moved closer, he slowly circled around the brunet, almost predatory with his scrutiny and silence. Bringing a hand up to his chin he tapped against his lip with a finger, only a thrust out hip away from a flamboyant fashion designer. Dropping hand hand he said, “So drop your pants and spread ‘em.”

“Thank you,” Jane grinned conspiratorially in Roxy’s direction, in spite of the only so-so lighting and the mess of clothing blocking her vision. She doubted Roxy could actually see her, but hopefully, she’d managed to convey the sentiment.

With half-exasperated affection, Jane sighed and began picking up the clothing that surrounds her feet and shelving it or hanging it up, keeping the blouse she meant for Jake slung over her shoulder. Ah, well, Roxy would be Roxy.

Picking up a skirt that appeared to be an exceedingly familiar shade of forest green, Jane inspected its length and form. Not too long, probably only knee-length for someone of Jake’s height, high-waisted and clingy on the hips, but waved, fluffed up, and flared near the knees. Trimmed with some sort of lace, too, from what she gathered. That would do more than adequately. Jane slung it over her shoulder with the blouse just as Roxy shouted to her from the endless void known as her closet.

“Very nice, indeed,” she remarked, trying to picture Dirk in that outfit. While the color scheme was fitting, she had a rather difficult time trying to imagine him in a petticoat— this was something she’d have to see for herself, if only to satiate her curiosity. Not to mention, it would suit him stylistically quite well! “I think he’d look smashing in it! Hoo hoo!”

Jane added, as an afterthought, “It looks like we’ve both found articles of clothing with which to garb our male chums.” She indicated the outfit thrown over her shoulder and beamed, “Well, you’re the expert here! What would you say is the next course of action we should take?”

Roxy, pauses for a moment to consider this. NEXT course…. well she was kind of just winging this entire thing in true party fashion, much like she did with Dirk. Was there a required order? Was she doing it wrong all along? NONSENSE! She made that goddamn order. “Well, that all depends on you miss Janey Jane. Dirk will totes get waxed because he is used to this. But Jakey…” She bites her lower lip, wrapping up her selection for today. “Well I cuold do ‘im too! All professional an shit but maybe he’d feel more comfortable with someone as nervous as him. YOU CAN LOSE UR MAKEOVER VIRGINITY’S TOGETHER!”

While crude, she does have a point. Roxy is the Goliath of making people look good.  Quite intimidating! She’d not want to scare poor Jake away. “Mabby a lil sleuthing is in order? See how he lkies it! I could get started on Dirky and the nails. Jakey might feel better if he’d on the chopping block fisrts.”

Packing up her clothing for Dirk(*), she remember him needing his old recently trashed costume. Maybe make Jake some battle panties out of the design, or stitch it onto a new pair. Either or, Jane and Dirk keeping Jake busy would probably give her time! “Yanno, I think we got a pretty sweet game plan going. Wanna go see the boys now? Or you wanna make it a surprise?”

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Jake lets out a hum at Dirks offer to teach him how to sew. It would no doubt be good for him to learn rather than unloading everything on Dirk. At some point it would stop being something a friend was willing to do for his friend and more like something he expected to be done. “It might be best if I learn. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” he said smiling. It would also be for the best in case Dirk decided that Jake’s crush on him was a bad thing and left. Suddenly Nimbasa City occurred to him again and once more he was thinking it was a very bad idea.

Letting out a sputtering sort of sound at Dirk command to drop his pants Jake waves his hands about and shakes his head. “I think that letting them down entirely is completely unnecessary and what if the girls come back then?” his face is reddening again. “At—at least do it in the bathroom first? I don’t want to get caught in the middle of Roxy’s living room with my pants down!”

“First?” Dirk said with a raised eyebrow. “I should only need to do this once. Alright, maybe twice, to check the fit once they’re actually done.” As much as he wanted to molest the brunet, doing so without express permission or without knowing the true extent of Dirk’s feelings was erring too far on the side of creeper territory for the blond’s comfort. As such, he resolved to stay as professional as humanly possible.

Even if he was sure he’d be wishing for some puffy shorts by the time the night was out no matter what.

Gesturing for Jake to follow, Dirk herded the shorter male into the slightly crowded bathroom - necessary items in tow - and shut the door behind them. Stepping to the side to show he had locked it for Jake’s peace of mind he then started laying out the items in his hands on the counter.

“I’ll be taking measurements around your waist, around your hips, the outside of your thigh, around your thigh, and front to back. If you want, I can just walk you through taking them.”

Jane flushed and rolled her eyes at Roxy’s… interesting verbiage. Certainly, she had quite a way with words (though… not necessarily in the traditional sense of the phrase).

“I suppose I could try,” Jane reluctantly agreed, not entirely certain she’d be able to do this correctly. Was shaving a fellow’s legs different from shaving a lady’s? “… But I’m afraid I haven’t the foggiest idea where to start. If you’re certain he’ll feel more comfortable, though…”

She furrowed her brow anxiously. Of course she’d do it if it would make Jake more comfortable with the whole makeover thing. But since Roxy would probably be so much better at it, and all that…

“Yes, indeed,” Jane nodded resolutely. “There is always a need for sleuthing! It’s a smashing idea, Roxy. I should have thought of it myself. Investigation is most definitely in order here.”

Despite her decisive choice, she was still a little hesitant about going to see them right away. Who knew what they’d be doing right around now? Having a serious conversation? Undressing themselves in anticipation? Measuring out certain parameters for clothing?

“Ah… um…” Jane fumbled for an idea. “I’m not sure, I still don’t know what color I should do Jake’s nails!! Oh, and maybe it would be a good idea to find him shoes, too…”

Gosh consarn it all; she was not very good at making excuses.

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“And only Arceus knows how they’ve managed it with the shit we’ve gotten caught up in. It gets worse though. If you want I could teach you instead of you just dumping everything on me,” the blond offered. It wasn’t a life skill that would go amiss and, honestly, Dirk missed the closeness they once shared. Embarking on this journey together had certainly gone a way towards repairing the damage their relationship had suffered but something like this certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Jake’s reaction to the necessary measurement was - in a word - priceless. “It would definitely help with a better fit.” Cocking his head he moved closer, he slowly circled around the brunet, almost predatory with his scrutiny and silence. Bringing a hand up to his chin he tapped against his lip with a finger, only a thrust out hip away from a flamboyant fashion designer. Dropping hand hand he said, “So drop your pants and spread ‘em.”

“Thank you,” Jane grinned conspiratorially in Roxy’s direction, in spite of the only so-so lighting and the mess of clothing blocking her vision. She doubted Roxy could actually see her, but hopefully, she’d managed to convey the sentiment.

With half-exasperated affection, Jane sighed and began picking up the clothing that surrounds her feet and shelving it or hanging it up, keeping the blouse she meant for Jake slung over her shoulder. Ah, well, Roxy would be Roxy.

Picking up a skirt that appeared to be an exceedingly familiar shade of forest green, Jane inspected its length and form. Not too long, probably only knee-length for someone of Jake’s height, high-waisted and clingy on the hips, but waved, fluffed up, and flared near the knees. Trimmed with some sort of lace, too, from what she gathered. That would do more than adequately. Jane slung it over her shoulder with the blouse just as Roxy shouted to her from the endless void known as her closet.

“Very nice, indeed,” she remarked, trying to picture Dirk in that outfit. While the color scheme was fitting, she had a rather difficult time trying to imagine him in a petticoat— this was something she’d have to see for herself, if only to satiate her curiosity. Not to mention, it would suit him stylistically quite well! “I think he’d look smashing in it! Hoo hoo!”

Jane added, as an afterthought, “It looks like we’ve both found articles of clothing with which to garb our male chums.” She indicated the outfit thrown over her shoulder and beamed, “Well, you’re the expert here! What would you say is the next course of action we should take?”

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Roxy bit her lip in intense thought of Jake’s fashion and appearance. Also that ass, come on. She could practically see in in Jane’s eyes. “I think I gotta buncha stuff like that actually!” Roxy’s closet was as varied as booze stash. Bottomless really, but she never touched the majority of it. After all, her usual attire was her favorite by FAR and Jane never gave her a real excuse to dress up. Well, besides a few times but even then the conversation naturally tilted towards Jake.”

Hushed she whispers. “If we can get Jakey hooked on it we could do the waxing next time!” Not that she needed to stay hushed, but it added a little something to the atmosphere. Quickly, she closed the door behind her once Jane was inside and leapt to her closet in OVERWHELMING GLEE, busting the doors open and setting Jane and herself loose upon the extremely wide selection of test clothes. The panties of course would be made from scratch. But if they could find something JUST right….

Being alone with Jane, Roxy did savor the chance to ask her things however. “So Janey, you pumped for this or what? If you wanna I’ll let you wax Dirky’s legs.” She adds, noting her best friends and Moirails behavior with eachother. Maybe she’s pissed at him over Jake? WELL SHE GETS TO SEE BOY BOOTY AND INFLICT PAIN, so maybe it will help her chill. YEP. ROXY IS THE BEST AT HER JOB.

Shifting from side to side, not too sure what he should do, an idea comes to him. “I suppose that washing up would be the best idea before they start to gussy me up, hm?” he said pressing a finger against his lower lip. His eyes move to look toward the direction the girls had vanished into, the lack of certain sounds making him worry much about what they were going to try putting him into. He wasn’t about to go back on his word but there were things he really did not want to wear. They could at least make sure to cover his ass right?

He lets out a sigh before carefully collapsing onto the couch next to Dirk, leaning into Kawaii-tan as he watches the blonde work. “Did you teach yourself how to sew or did you ask gran to show you some stuff?” Odd how little things like this really flew over Jake’s radar when they were growing up. He’d see things like how Dirk learned to fight and climb, and hide, but sewing. Jake had missed him learning that. “I should probably learn a more useful skill than rope tying while we’re traveling, right? Hm. What to learn…”

“Knowing Roxy, she’ll take delight in facials for both of us,” Dirk murmured, deep in concentration. “We’re already in for manicures, and makeovers insinuate exfoliating scrubs and pedicures on top of that.” He just hoped that Roxy was sober enough to at least start off with shaving Jake’s veritable jungle of leg hair. She would probably go through four or five razors that way but it was a lot less likely to scare him off.

That or she would demand Dirk hold him down but he really didn’t want the first time he did that since their wrestling days to be associated with pain.

“Sewing I started after I set out. You’d be surprised how much your clothing gets torn up on the road.” It was true that neither of them had exactly ever been gentle on their clothes, but with limited funds and scarce access to spare garments he had taken to repairing them, as was only practical. Eventually he had started to find he enjoyed it; there was something about the patience and concentration it took to take fabric and thread and shape it into something useful that soothed him just like metal and blowtorches or a keyboard and strings of data.

“Speaking of clothing … ” he trailed off, placing down the items in his hands before rooting through the bag at his feet. Pulling out a measuring tape he held it up. “We need to take some measurements for your underwear.” In all honesty he could probably eyeball it - from memory - but this would be a lot more fun, if only to see Jake blush uncontrollably at the mere thought.

Jane began to help Roxy rummage through her mess of a closet. She really would have to help Roxy tidy this place up as soon as she got back from traveling. The vast quantities of clothing that she possessed was almost startling, as she’d hardly ever seen Roxy wear anything much different than her normal outfit. Even Jane, who had to attend galas and balls as heiress of BCC didn’t have a closet this big.

Jane picked up a knee-length, straight dress adorned with various beads. It looked as if it had been ripped straight off a Prohibition-era flapper… smelled like it, too, now that she mentioned it. Probably a passive-aggressive gift from her mother or something, and definitely not the type of thing she was looking for Jake. She put it on a hanger and moved on.

“Hmmm,” she ponders. “I’ll have to take you up on that offer. It’s not every day I get asked to wax my male compatriot’s legs, after all! Hoo hoo!”

After sorting through what seemed to be almost a fourth of the endless abyss known as Roxy’s closet, Jane finally found something that might work. It was a neat little blouse, a button-up with a collar that was transparent until just past what Jane presumed would be the collarbone. It was fairly vintage in appearance, tinted cream with tuxedoesque ruffles from the chest down. That might hide Jake’s lack of… certain anatomy.

“Roxy!” Jane exclaimed, tapping her friend over the shoulder. “I think I found something!”

She held up the garment for Roxy’s approval, “What do you think about this? If you’ve got any high-waisted skirts around here, that might look good.”

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“Why do I have to wear the undergarments too? Unless, one of you has horrible ideas to try looking up my skirt!” He’s already getting defensive and he hasn’t even seen what he’s going to be forced into. For all he knows they plan to put him in a mini skirt with thigh highs and a slutty top. ‘Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.’ He thought as the Pokémon continued to play. “Shut up Strider! We’re not having this discussion in the in the company of ladies you tool.” Crosses his arms and sits, leaned back against Bec. Jane was the next to speak up, stating that all this talking about it was fine and dandy but it was better to commit by doing. Though, Jake was a man of his word and if he said he was going to do something he was going to do it!

At Jane’s question of Poekmon being done Jake looks to Bec who nuzzles against him. “I think they’re done. Nuts! Indy! Nic, come on over here!” he called for his Pokémon while standing up. Holding out Bec’s ball he recalls his Pokémon one at a time unlit he gets to Nic and simply picks him up before he follows the others to the elevator. When they reach Roxy’s floor and she springs into action, dragging Jane with her, Jake follows.

“You’re going to dress in drag too?” Jake asked looking over at Dirk with a raised eye brow half hoping that he might. It would make this so much less embarrassing to do if he weren’t alone.

Once Jane made the motion to head back up to the apartment and everyone seemed to be in agreement, Dirk called over his own Pokemon with a sharp whistle. Bruiser was first to listen and he gave her a fond pet between the ears, indulging Bolts in a small game of run-all-over-Dirk-while-he-pretends-to-be-unable-to-catch-me before returning the duo. Rex gave him a begrudging nuzzle and went back to her Pokeball without fuss - something that was a recent development, to say the least. Ted followed suit after a press of his snout to Dirk’s cheek. Turning to Jake after this, he threw his best smirk at the brunet and leaned close to say in a low enough tone that the girls wouldn’t hear, “Show me yours I’ll show you mine.” That said he followed them to the elevator.

Roxy dominated the conversation as per usual; beside him, he could feel the shorter male shifting with unease. Only the cheer of their mutual friends - one shouting hers out loud, the other stewing in it with a quiet buzz - kept his negativity from permeating the air. When their female companions left Dirk followed at a more sedate pace, letting Jake enter the apartment first before closing the door. At Jake’s question he shrugged.

“Don’t see why not,” he said, going over to the corner to retrieve his ruined cape from the pile of plushies he and Roxy had woken up on. Just as he remembered, about a quarter of it was torn and burned, about half the beads along the bottom unsalvageable. Tossing it on the couch he dragged a floor lamp over to it so as to better see the threads and began the tedious process of taking off the beads and sequins one by one with his seam ripper. As he worked at his task he spoke, plunking each bead into an empty shot glass that - after a cursory sniff - proved to be clean. “Like I said, they’re just clothes. Women wear pants. I don’t see why guys can’t wear frills and pink and dresses. Up until like a century ago pink was actually a boy’s colour.” Pressing his tongue into the corner of his mouth he brought his face even closer to the fabric as he came to a cluster of seed beads so small that it practically killed him to tear off.

As much fun as last night had been and as much as he had needed a break, it was pretty obvious by now that it had been a royally stupid mistake. Discretely, he glanced towards Jake. The brunet was no doubt still sore over the whole thing, and with good reason. Dirk had let him down. He had asked one simple thing, and Dirk had let him down.

Looking back to the task ahead of him he let out a silent sigh through his nose. His promise was shattered, Jake’s confidence no doubt ruined, and his secret life spilling into his real one. The only thing he could do was reassess, rethink, replan, and take some solace in the fact that he would never screw up like this again.

Jane hummed thoughtfully at Roxy’s inquiry. Her eyes appraised Jake’s figure, trying to figure out what he’d look best in. He had a lot of very attractive features, the most noticable of which would probably be his decidedly plush derriere or his stunningly green eyes, depending on where one was looking. What they chose to clothe him in would have to emphasize that.

“Well, he’s definitely an early spring as far as coloration goes,” Jane postulated. “I think he’d look good with some sort of goldish or dark amber colored eyeshadow, but only if you’ve got an eyeliner in forest green or olive. A skirt would look good, I think. Perhaps high-waisted to make him look curvier around the middle, and we indubitably want to err towards a shorter length.” She snickered quietly, “We’d do well to show off those gams of his, after all.”

She looked at his legs again, trying to figure out how much hair was on them, and answered Roxy’s inquiry.

“Well, waxing would produce a smoother texture,” she whispered back thoughtfully. “But shaving would be a great deal less painful. I suppose it depends on how much hair is on his legs. If there isn’t a whole forest, we can probably get away with waxing them and not permanently scaring him off.”

She cocked her head quizzically and looked at his shoulders; they were rather finely shaped and perhaps she could use that to their advantage. They were fairly broad however, and that was something they’d need to fix to make him more convincingly feminine.

“What do you think of a sleeveless scoop-neck shirt?” Jane asked. Roxy was the expert, after all. “Not too low of course, but maybe an inch or two below the collar line.”

Or maybe a dress would work, low-necked and fairly short with a thick belt in the middle to make the waist look smaller. It all depended on what Roxy had, really. Giggling at her best friend’s exclamation, Jane ran after her into her room, leaving Jake and Strider in the living room for now.

This could be fun.

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Roxy watched Spinny chill with her pokemon, deciding to keep “DA BIGGEST CHEEZE” out of everyone’s way for the time being, a danger for sure! After all, it could easily level the building. DM seems to have perked up at the food and frigglish just swags on in before helping himself to a bowl of food with little care.

She snorted at Jake’s reaction, and more so at Dirk’s invitation to join the little girls club. “I pormoise Jakey. Promise. I’ll getcha only the bes’.” Curiously, she looks to Jane, who seemed to come up with the idea to MAKE JAKES UNDERWEAR. Wow that…. was a little creepy but also not. Could… Jane be a panty fetishist? OH MY STARS JANEY, you are a naughty one it seems. “You guys think you could get sum by 2nite? Hehe! Gonna hava new canvas, hopy shit!”

She walked over to Jake, patting his back as he proceeds to weight his options. “Tell you what, I’ll do ur nails. Lil skulls n’shit. Look so awesome, I can remove it later if you don’t like it.” Wrapping an arm around Jake she giggles. “Gonna look so fukkin swag you big adventurous fukker you.” That’s right, kiss ass Roxy. Don’t let your new plaything escape so easily. Especially with Jane so interested.

Jake listened in a mild horror as Dirk and Jane started to talk about ladies underwear and Jake wearing them. Though he found it massively inappropriate to talk about the size of his dick he was not going to take Dirk talking about him only having a two inch penis! “I’m larger than two inches and you know it!” The words half fly out of his mouth before he can stop them and a moment later his face is shading a deep hue of red. Turning away from the other three he takes a few steps away before sitting with Bec, listing to his friends still but deciding he had made an ass of himself enough for now.

As he sat Hugs floated over to him and settled on top of his head, trying to talk to him in a concerned sort of tone, turning for a moment to frown deeply at the three who made her trainer upset. When Roxy moves to wrap an arm around Jake, Hugs moves away warily ready to push Roxy back if she needs to. At Roxy’s words Jake lets out a sigh and looks to her. “Fine. Have your way with me.” Holds his hands up in defeat. “GO FOR IT! THE WHOLE SHABANG!” Oh why did he say that? This was a bad idea. Shit.

Dirk raised an eyebrow. Really, unless Jake was wearing nothing other than the panties, it wouldn’t make much difference - unless of course Jane had a Thing for lacy underwear.

That honestly wasn’t something that he’d seen coming.

The blond shrugged. “We could just use my old Heart cape for material for them. It’s pretty mangled, but I don’t want it to go to total waste.” The bead trim could also be salvaged, and he knew he had various types of lace left over from a previous project - not to mention a bit for his costume. The latter he would normally save for emergency repairs but this was a good enough cause that he would willingly use it. “No need to use up some of your handkerchiefs.” Perfectly reasonable and it had nothing to do with not wanting anything of Jane’s near Jake’s crotch; not in the least.

When Jake’s indignant cry reverberated throughout the enclosure, Dirk gave a small huff of laughter. “I don’t know, those wet suits don’t really leave a lot to the imagination,” he said. He knew fully well that Jake was more than averagely endowed, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a bit of fun at his best friend’s expense.

As Roxy went off on a spiel about nail art - she had a penchant for it and, as Dirk knew first hand, her skulls were impeccably done - the blond continued to spend time with the two Pokemon who had stayed by his side rather than wander off to hang out with Jake’s Pokemon. Letting Rex sniff his fingers before running his hand over her head and through her ruff, he resumed rubbing Ted’s stomach to happy grunting sounds as the Teddiursa sprawled out in his trainer’s lap. He was in such a state that Jake’s shout nearly had him jumping. It took him a second longer than he’d like to admit to process the brunet’s words and when they did he was not disappointed. Twisting slightly he looked to his friends.

“I guess I know what the main activity of tonight’s sleepover is going to be, then.”

Preoccupied with keeping Sassacre out of trouble, Jane didn’t quite hear most of what her friends said, leaping to snatch an errant cleaning bucked out of his clutches before it could fall on an unsuspecting Pokemon. Not that she didn’t normally enjoy pranks herself, but as a wise person once said: “There’s a time and a place for everything, but not now.”

“Yes, sure,” Jane answered, not entirely sure what she was agreeing to. Something about Strider’s cape? Whatever it may have been. Most likely, that had no bearing on whatever she was doing.

She definitely heard Jake’s following exclamation, though— she doubted that anyone in the entire Pokemon Run had missed it. She snorted to herself at the implication, but then quickly sobered as she realized Dirk knew… things about Jake’s… er, intimate anatomy. She flushed herself, trying to pass it off as a traveling-buddies thing. Of course they knew what each other looked like under their clothing, they’d camped together for Arceus sake! Right? It bothered her, though, the implication that Jake had engaged in anything of even a mildly sexual nature, and especially with Strider. Jake wasn’t that type of fellow— she trapped Sassacre in her arms for half a second before he went intangible and she wound up returning him— and he definitely required more romance than perversion.

Jane returned to talking with her friends just as soon as Jake agreed to don clothing of a more feminine persuasion— Roxy had offered to paint his nails, probably; she was an expert and anybody would agree to it— and snickered quietly.

“Well, then, I suppose it’s settled,” Jane grinned mischievously. “But I suppose, indeed, that we’d better stop just discussing it. Hoo hoo!”

She softly stroked her Gastly’s head, wisps of flickering, ghostly air lingering between her fingers as she checked her C-Gear. They’d spent a bit over an hour and a half at the Pokemon Run, doing little more than making idle chatter and letting their Pokemon play. It was only a smidge before nine; the night was still young, but there was also much to do.

“Do you suppose we’re done here?” Jane asked nobody in particular, directing the question at all three of her compatriots. “My Pokemon have, I believe, been adequately fed and exercised; I think we ought to be good for now.”

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Summoning the elevator, Dirk listened to his friends gathering up their Pokemon and chatting amongst themselves. As they piled into the elevator, he pressed the button for the Pokemon runs - a rather standard feature for apartments in cities as well as hotels. It was attractive to trainers and was less hassle than repairing rooms left and right.

Roxy’s suggestion of a makeover wasn’t all that surprising and it had Dirk letting out a small laugh. Glancing to the blonde out of the corner of his eyes he asked, “Am I not good enough for you any more? Do you need a new canvas? I mean, I’m no Dora any more, but come on.”

He still wasn’t sure how it had happened but, when they were nine, he and Roxy had had the brilliant idea to disguise him as a girl. He had gone to school in a dress, Mary Janes, stockings, the whole nine yards; with his hair out of its normal style and in pigtails and special blue contacts in place to mask his unique eye colour, he had fooled everyone. Dora Stiller was still a mystery to the world at large. He doubted even Jane had figured it out - she had no reason to believe that it was him, after all.

Dora? Who was that? She didn’t recall anyone by that name, so she took a shot in the dark and guessed that it was Dirk’s feminine alias— Roxy only did one type of makeover at sleepovers, as far as Jane knew. And she was all on board for giving Jake a quote-unquote “makeover”.

“Hoo hoo! I think that giving Jake a change of appearance is a splendid idea!” she added her two cents to the conversation. “Not that he doesn’t look smashing already, but we all need to try out new looks every once in a while, right? I’m sure that Roxy has… something in Jake’s size.”

Oops. She hadn’t meant to mention that again. But it was no secret that even she and Roxy were taller than Jake, and she was completely certain Roxy still had the clothes from when she was just over five feet tall. If not, there was still that mess of clothing the two blondes had accumulated from last night!

But he would look pretty gosh darned adorable in a skirt. Jane wasn’t any variety of homosexual (could you imagine what the presses would say if she were?), but she could appreciate a cute boy in a skirt… probably as a result of hanging out with Roxy so much, now that she thought about it.

The elevator hit the correct level and Jane followed her friends off. Releasing her Pokemon and withdrawing the same homemade mix she usually fed them, Jane regarded the scenery. Roxy’s apartment was rather upscale, and the park was no different. Clever lighting and appropriate shrubbery made it a close approximation to actually being outside around midday. It was overall quite nice, and her Pokemon seemed to enjoy it.

Quickly, Roxy retrieved the not quite drowned DM from the tub, smirking as she hears Jake’s question. “Oh Jakey, u know I got ur back. I can make ANY body look good! Me an Janey gotta take care of our boys. Gonna give yous the express treatment.” Roxy giggled in absolute glee at the memory of Dora, the tiny jailbait bombshell that filled the dreams of so many boy’s that night. AWKWARD FIRST BONERS, AW YEAH. While she knew Dirk would agree, (Because let’s face it, Dirk fukkin loved that drag shit as much as she did) her entire face lit up at Jane’s agreement, even more so knowing Jane’s subtle interest. Curious, is she curious for Jake booty or… hm. Would she bang Jake like two double pistols and a wonk? She could only giggle madly as her thoughts ran wild. Maybe this would be an interesting way to get her to consider girls? Who knows!

A thong would look really good on Jake though. Panties in general she feels. Battle panties, like ones the a raider of tombs would equip herself with, like a page out of an action novel.

Vibrating with an unrelenting surge of energy, Roxy let’s the shuckle down to feast upon the delicious food that Dirk no doubt has in store, Frigglish sensing a meal nearby appears what seems to be out of the fucking either to feast. “I think I gotta buncha stuff in Jakey’s size. Fukkin perf omg. It is decided guy’s. Gonna do you all.” A pause, but then a shrug. She forgot up. OH WELL, LET’S ROLL WITH IT. “Is ur body ready Jaeky? You’re gonna be so beautiful.”

Jake stood by the back of the elevator simply listening to the others talking until Dirk made mention of Dora. “Wait…” He pointed at Dirk with a confused expression. “WAIT! Dora—YOU—?!” he shut up quickly before slamming a palm to his forehead. “YOU WERE DORA?! Oh my Arceus I feel like an idiot now.” He said as he turned away from the others. Muttering nonsense he shakes off the embarrassment when they reach the floor to let their Pokémon free. Letting them out, and dealing with a new mark from Hugs, Jake looks to Roxy and Jane and they both seem to rather like the idea of putting Jake into a skirt.

“I…I don’t know if I should…” Jake said while picking up Indy to set the Cubone on his shoulder before ejecting Pokefood from his Sylladex. Once the food is out Indy wants back on the floor. Letting the green Pokémon back on the floor he turns to his friends again. “I mean, I really don’t think I’d make an attractive female. My legs are all hairy since I haven’t been diving in a while and… reasons… good ones.” He can’t make up much beyond the bit about hairy legs. He really doubted that would be much of  a problem though so unless he actually came up with a better reason he was going to turn into Jacqueline for a night.

“I…” nope. Nothing. He can’t come up with anything.

Hiding a grin at Jake’s reaction, Dirk let out his Pokemon to get some exercise before grabbing the food from his sylladex. After distributing the morsels, the Pokemon dispersed rapidly, save for Rex and Theodore. The Eevee stuck around her trainer as he sat down in the grass while Ted climbed up in his lap to nibble on his food, Bolts running away chittering after Nuts with cheeks stuffed full of food. Bruiser, demure as always, calmly went over to join Neytiri and Bec for her meal. The three had become good friends thanks to their level-headed natures.

“Live a little, Jake. Join the Little Girl’s Club,” he egged the brunet on once comfortably seated. Petting the little juggernaut in his lap he carried on to deliver his argument. “They’re just clothes. If you don’t want to wear them, that’s fine. I’m just saying that your sense of adventure could use some more material to munch on. I’d say no to panties or female thongs if I were you though - unless you have a two inch dick you’ll end up strangling junior. And your legs can be fixed. There’s this new thing where people shave their legs. Wild, isn’t it?” There was also the waxing route, of course, but Jake didn’t need to know about that. He’d find out soon enough when Roxy descended on his eyebrows.

Jane didn’t actually know the schematics behind crossdressing, as she hadn’t actually, in person, put a fellow in girl’s clothing, but she still rolled her eyes at Dirk’s comment. Like he couldn’t easily just sew Jake a set of feminine underwear. There were patterns available everywhere, after all.

“I’m sure we can find some sewing patterns for that on the internet, and I’ve got a handkerchief or two we could use if we need to,” Jane wasn’t entirely sure why she was so eager to make Jake wear traditionally feminine underwear, but she guessed it was just due to her need for perfectionist level accuracy. “After all, in for a penny, in for a pound. You may as well go the whole hog.”

Her face reddened slightly, but she maintained a steady tone of voice and a straight face. It was just clothing, after all, and nothing to be embarrassed about, she reassured herself.

Her Pokemon seemed to interact well with the others’, for the most part, as long as she kept Sassacre out of Bec’s way, so she let them be to play around. Lil Seb, the plucky fellow, immediately set to running amok after scarfing down his food. Jane worried a little about the extent of the exercise he was engaging in, but he hadn’t any incident yet. Spinny went off to eat with Roxy’s Pokemon, while Kingpin decided to hang around Jane and help her keep Sassacre in line— a two person job, indeed. As a consequence of avoiding an impromptu Pokemon battle, she missed the next few lines of conversation.

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Summoning the elevator, Dirk listened to his friends gathering up their Pokemon and chatting amongst themselves. As they piled into the elevator, he pressed the button for the Pokemon runs - a rather standard feature for apartments in cities as well as hotels. It was attractive to trainers and was less hassle than repairing rooms left and right.

Roxy’s suggestion of a makeover wasn’t all that surprising and it had Dirk letting out a small laugh. Glancing to the blonde out of the corner of his eyes he asked, “Am I not good enough for you any more? Do you need a new canvas? I mean, I’m no Dora any more, but come on.”

He still wasn’t sure how it had happened but, when they were nine, he and Roxy had had the brilliant idea to disguise him as a girl. He had gone to school in a dress, Mary Janes, stockings, the whole nine yards; with his hair out of its normal style and in pigtails and special blue contacts in place to mask his unique eye colour, he had fooled everyone. Dora Stiller was still a mystery to the world at large. He doubted even Jane had figured it out - she had no reason to believe that it was him, after all.

Dora? Who was that? She didn’t recall anyone by that name, so she took a shot in the dark and guessed that it was Dirk’s feminine alias— Roxy only did one type of makeover at sleepovers, as far as Jane knew. And she was all on board for giving Jake a quote-unquote “makeover”.

“Hoo hoo! I think that giving Jake a change of appearance is a splendid idea!” she added her two cents to the conversation. “Not that he doesn’t look smashing already, but we all need to try out new looks every once in a while, right? I’m sure that Roxy has… something in Jake’s size.”

Oops. She hadn’t meant to mention that again. But it was no secret that even she and Roxy were taller than Jake, and she was completely certain Roxy still had the clothes from when she was just over five feet tall. If not, there was still that mess of clothing the two blondes had accumulated from last night!

But he would look pretty gosh darned adorable in a skirt. Jane wasn’t any variety of homosexual (could you imagine what the presses would say if she were?), but she could appreciate a cute boy in a skirt… probably as a result of hanging out with Roxy so much, now that she thought about it.

The elevator hit the correct level and Jane followed her friends off. Releasing her Pokemon and withdrawing the same homemade mix she usually fed them, Jane regarded the scenery. Roxy’s apartment was rather upscale, and the park was no different. Clever lighting and appropriate shrubbery made it a close approximation to actually being outside around midday. It was overall quite nice, and her Pokemon seemed to enjoy it.

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Roxy continues smashing bottle upon bottle, watching out of the corner of her eye the two boys eat fish together. So fucking dirty, perverted little bastards. Who even are they anyway, getting their mack on over her sofa. That shit should be reserved for other things like, movie night! As Roxy and surely everyone on earth knows, movie nights are sex central. You want to get laid? You rent that bitch treasure planet. Bitches fucking LOVE Treasure Planet.

She pauses on Jane’s excellent point of a bottle in a bottle. “Uhhh, shit. How am I meant to get it out?” There really is no other way besides smashing the things. Se would need to experiment. Maybe even-

Her genius sometimes startles her. An idea, sponsored by the bottle in her hand. GENIUS. “Omg guys. Guysguysguys. BWe should like, totes play spin the bittle. Bottle. Like, holy shit. Fuckin…. sleepover REQUIREMENT.”

Roxy stands tall and proud, overly pleased with her sudden moment of genius. HOW COULD SHE FORGET THE GAMES? That is so silly. She needs to get her entertainments on. DUH.

Jake felt his face heat up slightly when Dirk took hold of his hand and positioned his fingers. Following Dirk’s motions Jake had a hard time paying attention to anything else going on around him. Heart beating a bit quickly, he steals a glance up at Dirk’s eyes before training them to the tangle of fingers. He supposed to be learning chopsticks!

Oh. Dirk was now helping him trap a bit of sushi between the sticks before guiding it up to his mouth. Face reddening a bit more he opens his mouth to eat while Dirk teases him a little. The words get into Jake’s head and he laughs a little. It was not intentional at all but it might as well been! “I’m certainly not that crafty Mr. Strider! Ha!” He reaches a hand over to Dirk’s wrist to pat it. “I’m just honest to Arceus bad with these confounded sticks.”

His next thought of conversation was stopped by Jane quickly moving to Roxy to stop her from breaking something with glass already in the bottle. The female blonde seemed to think about something for a moment or two before she started shouting about spin the bottle. “Wait… Isn’t spin the bottle that thing…” his face reddens all over again. “Should we really be playing that? We’re having a good time just watching movies and laughing at my proficiency or lack thereof in the department of chopstick usage, right?” He was slightly concerned with the idea of the bottle being spun by himself and landing on Dirk or the other way around.

Dirk was torn from the cozy little bubble of Dirk-Jake by Roxy screaming about spin the bottle. While he would not really be opposed to the idea, he had to admit that the game choice wasn’t all that bad. As Roxy said, it was a staple of sleepovers and parties the world over. So the blond shrugged after memorizing the frankly adorable red hue that Jake’s face had taken.

“Whatever you say, Rox. You’re the captain of this party boat,” he informed her. “I’d suggest Twister or something too if this thing doesn’t degrade into an orgy.” He highly doubted that would happen though. Despite Roxy’s insistence that Treasure Planet was a one-way ticket to getting laid, he obviously had his qualms about that. And, mindful of their escapades the night before, he added, “No alcohol. Just one night, alright?”

Without waiting for a response from his fellow blonde he stood. “Before we start anything though I’m going to feed my team. Anybody else want me to do the same with theirs?” Hopefully none of them would try to murder him. Bec especially could get vindictive and even though Dirk healed fast and knew how to deal with burns, he wasn’t particularly looking forward to the thought of the Arcanine’s ire.

Jane frowned at Roxy’s modus. It was a corundum indeed— how could you break one glass bottle without breaking another? She postulated that perhaps just tapping the modus bottle on the floor, just hard enough for it to break, would help extract the inner.

Before she could declare her solution, Roxy burst out with a comment about spin the bottle. Jake was the first to react, spluttering adorably— Jane almost giggled at that. However, she did indeed agree with his reasoning.

“I daresay it isn’t appropriate at all!” she nodded. “I don’t really think engaging in such acts would be necessarily proper. But there are other games you can play with a bottle, such as truth or dare. Unless, of course, we come to a consensus over wanting to have a massive necking party. Hoo hoo!”

She snickered at her own joke, which was so improbable it was hilarious.

She was going to tell Roxy how she thought the bottle could be retrieved then, but decided against it at the last possible minute when Dirk requested that she not drink tonight— it occurred to her that, most probably, Roxy had captchalogued one of her alcohol bottles. Better not let her know how to get at it.

“I most definitely concur,” Jane agreed, glad that Strider was finally taking some responsibility initiative. She worried for Roxy’s health and definitely wanted to make her disapproval known— even if Roxy would most likely manage to sneak in a few sips regardless, perhaps Jane’s comment would help persuade her to consume a little less.

Checking her watch for the time (goodness, how had it gotten so late already?) Jane decided to follow Dirk and feed her Pokemon. It wasn’t that she didn’t have confidence in Strider’s ability to complete a simple task, it was that she would rather feed her Pokemon herself, with food she’d made with family recipes.

“I’ll go with you,” she nodded in his direction, standing and tailing after him.

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Jake was busy putting in the chip for Roxy’s Sylladex when Dirk questioned Jake on his fetch modus. “Uh, it’s just a puzzle kind? Kind of like Tetris with the captchaed items, or so it seems.” Jake explained before finishing the installation and passing it to Roxy as the pokéball loader showed up on the screen.

Smiling to Jane, Jake wondered exactly what her business call involved but would leave it alone. Just because Jess was the head of a company trying to compete with BCC didn’t mean Jake was involved. Well he was by name but he also wasn’t because he hadn’t been told anything about it. At least his friendship to Jane would remain steady for a number of reasons. The first was because Jake’s direct involvement with SkaiaNet was none at all, and the second would be due to the fact that it would look good in public. Rival companies heiress and grandson good friends? Sounded good. Still, something about the way Jane was talking about competition didn’t really sit right with Jake. There was nothing to bring up about it right now but it still bothered him.

Jake let the thought die though with a hug to Roxy and a promise to tell Jess she’d picked a winner for the spunky blonde female. “She’ll be very happy to hear I think.” Jake smiled before moving back around to Dirk and where he’d left his meal. Eating again he picked up the remote and flipped through channels until he found something that looked promising. “John Carter. Alright let’s watch.” Jake grinned before looking at the Ponyta plush. “I can’t believe she sent that. I won it for you as a joke!” Jess didn’t seem to think of it as a joke. Well, now that Jake could think about it he supposed to gave Dirk the largest of the toys because it might have subconsciously been showing his affections. Damn it. Was everything he’d done on this trip so far some kind of silent confession? It might have been. Fantastic.

Dirk had to commend Jane’s silver tongue. It was no doubt forged in her studies at BCC, but it was incredible nonetheless, and so he had to respect her talent. But he couldn’t help but feel wary of her using Jake for PR now. It was more than slightly ridiculous - they had all been friends for years - but Jane loved her company. Possibly to the point of taking advantage of a certain brunet who, smart as he was, was often blinded by his good faith. That quality infuriated Dirk just as much as it endeared him.

When Roxy handed off the manual, having stated the name of her fetch modus earlier, he looked it up. It was a lot more straightforward than his own - as was Jake’s, when the brunet mentioned it - all three systems matched their new owners very well. If he had been stuck with any of the others he likely would have been bored of it very quickly.

“I’m definitely going to have to tell her how amazing they are the next time I talk to her,” Dirk added. It really was incredible, though he would expect nothing less from Professor Jess English.

Then Jake got on the topic of the Ponyta plushie he had won for Dirk. The blond stuck out his pierced tongue at the brunet before returning to his plate and his sushi. “Kawaii-tan is magnificent, alright? I’m really glad she sent me Lil Cal though. I didn’t bring him along with me in the first place because I didn’t want to chance him getting wrecked.” Traveling with creatures who could spit fire and douse you with water or pelt you with ice at any given moment had made him rightfully paranoid. But now, with experience under his belt and a way to safely story Cal on his wrist, he was confident about the puppet being safe.

As the movie started and the tale unfolded, Dirk noticed Jake’s usual lack of skill with chopsticks. It had degraded once more - before, he had actually managed to get a piece of sushi in his mouth, so long as he used both hands - but now he couldn’t even manage to get a piece an inch off the plate. “Two months and you forgot again?” he said with a raised eyebrow, stealing a piece of sushi. There was no wasabi left on his plate so he had to eat it plain, but it was good enough that he didn’t really mind. With a snort Dirk switched his own chopsticks from left to right to show Jake the proper way to hold them again. As the four-armed aliens on-screen began to fight the people on the airships, following after the titular hero, he slowly picked up another piece of food to show Jake how it was done.

“Now you try,” he ordered.

Hopefully finished with business tonight, Jane claimed the seat beside Roxy’s and neatly began to eat her food. It was delicious as usual; a pleasant smorgasbord of flavors.

Being the heiress to a multi-billion dollar corporation was an integral part of her life, indeed, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t stressing sometimes! She was happy to endure it for the sake of the company, of course, but as much as she loved her job, it was exhausting. And, certainly, she would not allow her private affairs to alter her company’s status, positively or negatively.

Most likely, the fact that she and Jake were friends wouldn’t even come out for a while. Not until tomorrow, the earliest. That would give the journalists just about enough time to do extensive research on Gran English, locate the name and identity of her grandson, discover where he lived and where he went to school, interview their teachers or neighbors, and write up a story.

It didn’t matter, anyways— she loved Jake. And, though the wound that had been festering since last night hadn’t healed over, she still loved him and would always love him— even if she could only do it as a friend. She wouldn’t trade his friendship for anything in the world, even if his grandma was BCC’s biggest competitor, especially with their improved Sylladex system.

She noticed that Roxy’s modus would require little effort, save for recalling in which bottle she had stored which message. And, of course, the extertion required to smash the bottle in the first place, but Roxy was a strong woman. She could accomplish such a feat easily. It suited her, in a way.

Jake put on some film that she was only partially watching before making the mention that he’d won the stuffed Ponyta known as “Kawaii-tan” for Dirk. Jane bit the bud of envy before it began to green into a plant. She couldn’t help but think of a date on the fairgrounds, where a noble fellow might win the object of his affections some sort of adorable plush. She agreed, however, that Lil Cal was a good choice. There was something about that puppet that put her at ease, although she couldn’t pinpoint what, exactly.

Had she actually believed in it, she would have guessed that there were protective spells or rituals done on it. But that was John’s thing, not hers. It probably bore vague resemblance to some of her favorite childhood dolls, which she psychologically associated with home, and therefore familiarity.

While she was lost in those thoughts, Dirk had begun to re-teach Jake the art of eating sushi. She narrowed her eyes quizzically; what was Dirk trying to pull here? Was he trying to be Jake’s matesprite or his moirail?

She shook that thought from her head immediately. Of course, he was trying to be neither; he was doing a human romantic thing with human friendship involved and it had nothing to do with quadrants. She didn’t know why she’d leapt to them automatically.

“Try moving your hand a little further back,” she whispered to Jake, noticing the ways his grip differed from Dirk’s.

Sighing, she glanced in Roxy’s direction— the girl was just using her fingers, probably still too disoriented to deal with chopsticks. It was a social faux pas, but it was Roxy. She could let that slide.

Roxy continued to pluck fish from the plate occasionally, growing a little full already. Her stomach having strong opinions on her eating more than she could actually handle this soon after feeling sick in the mornings. Thoughtfully, she licks her fingers of the sauce, watching Dirk and Jake being cuties.

Curious, she looks back to the screen, clicking around the pokeball and setting up the device, following the instructions. the bottles are simple selecting abstractions she ponders. Theoretically, they have no mass. She could for example, break one off Jane, Dirk or Jake’s head and nobody would be any wiser.

“Uh…. let’s see.” She sets up the device before long, and quickly attempts to try capchalogue… well, everything! Bottles, knives, forks, aspirin left on the counter by Dirk, a glass of water, everything and everything she could get her hands on. After loading up, she presses a button and views her inventory, a wine rack. Taking a single bottle, containing a table cloth, smashing it against the wall in demonstration, unsure if everyone could see it. The glass shatters easily and lo and behold, a tablecloth flutters harmlessly to the floor. The glass harmless and the wall undamaged as she expected. Roxy quickly decides with this newly gain information that she must give into a childhood urge and smash bottles against everything as soon as is physically possible. “Ohmygod, guy’s I….I think I got the best one. I CAN HIT EVERYTHING GUYS YES.”

Secretly, she thinks Jess assumes that Roxy has anger issues but the girl is too ecstatic to give it any serious consideration, flinging bottles to the floor and picking them up. It is christmas, and she has forgotten about feeling ill.

Jake can’t help but smile and sigh when Dirk defends his Ponyta. “Well at least I got you something you enjoy.” Shaking his head he starts trying to figure out chopsticks. Ah, his old foe. They would forever be at odds it was written in the stars. Forget human rivals, he would always be fighting against wooden sticks. He really could be using his fingers for the sushi but Dirk was using his chopsticks so Jake thought it was best to try, and apparently fail.

He was about to give up when Dirk spoke up and started to try and direct him again. How many times was Jake going to have to sit through being taught how to use chopsticks at the hands of Dirk Strider? Probably a million times at the rate he was going. “Okay, let me see if I have this.” Jake tries to copy the hold that Dirk is using. He manages to get the hold to look the same and even clacks the ends of the sticks together but when he moves and attempts to actually grab something he messes it up and it goes tumbling to the side on the plate. “I hate these things.” But Jake continues to try using them, adjusting his grip until he groans and puts it all down. “I think the confounded sticks are winning…” Glancing around toward Roxy when he sees a movement out of the corner of his eye he sees the blonde breaking wine bottles against things, trying to get the hang of her fetch modus. He was glad she really seemed to be enjoying the Sylladex. “Okay, let’s try again…”

And once more Crocker was encroaching on his Jake time. He really wished she would keep her nose out of his attempts to be close to the brunet. He almost felt like ripping her arm off and ramming it down her throat, but he quickly dismissed the notion. Breath in and out, Strider - calm the fuck down. Jake isn’t your property and even if when you start dating he won’t be entirely yours. He had to admit that the thought did appeal to him however.

As Roxy happily smashed away bottles in the background he hoped that she would take care when there was something breakable and slash or dangerous in them. He made a mental note to bring up such a topic with her as he placed Jake’s hand in his own.

“Move your fingers like this,” he instructed, manipulating the digits in his grasp. He could feel Jake’s pulse easily like this - slightly too fast, his breath following the same tempo. He allowed himself to cheer internally. Externally he remained as impassive as ever. There was no need to express the little victories. Or medium ones. Any of them really, not when he had yet to win this little game.

Turning the chopsticks, a piece of sushi clasped between them with Dirk’s hands keeping Jake’s grip in the proper position, the blond brought the morsel up to the other teen’s lips. “I’m almost starting to think that this is just an elaborate ruse to get me to feed you. Then I remember who I’m talking about and realize that’s bull. You’d never be cunning enough to think of something like that on your own.”

Jane was just close enough to Strider to see his nostrils flaring as he breathed deeply, possibly indicating nervousness, fury, or irritation. Since this was, after all, Dirk she was talking about, she postulated that it leaned towards the latter.

She knew he couldn’t possibly be annoyed with Jake; he’d taught this to him patiently many times before. Perhaps he didn’t appreciate Jane’s own criticism on Jake’s hold? Sigh; he would be annoyed by her attempt to help Jake, especially since it was he who was currently assisting him.

Jake hadn’t even seemed to notice her advice, so she decided to butt out of that for now. Perhaps he was too absorbed in the feeling of Strider’s hands on his own to pay attention to anything else. Jane was jealous, of course, but she felt oddly amused by the thought. Caught between the peculiar urges to sulk and to squeal at how adorable he was, she decided to ultimately put the confusion behind her.

She instead averted her attention to Roxy, watching her play around with the bottles. It seemed like a pretty fun way to get your items back, and would probably be useful if she needed to scare off an attacker with the sound of breaking glass.

Roxy grabbed another bottle to break. Jane narrowed her eyes at it… there was something about the bottle… what had Roxy put in it, again?

She moved quickly as soon as it hit her, catching Roxy’s wrist with her hand, “Wait, be careful. I think that one might have an actual glass bottle in it. You ought to take care not to break the bottle on the inside.”

That would just make a horrible (not to mention dangerous) mess of broken glass.