-03- Gundam Pilot's new clothes.

[stillshinigami]

[Those two little bastards were insistent. Duo had been cast in some new scenario, some new world and he was in the process of investigating why he was the emperor of some exotic land some thousands of years ago--whenever. When two charlatans appeared before his court Duo was quick to hand them a deal. New clothes? 'Sure. Go for it.' he had said. He didn't care. He was trying to find a way out. He'd already spent three days here being forced to endure all this medieval bullshit. Food might be poisoned? Had to watch morons risk their lives and stop them from doing so. Audience with the clergymen? His common folk? Etc? He had gained a certain sympathy for Trieze, even if just a little.]

Aw Fuck! [See, the point of the story is that he managed to get swindled out of his clothes somehow without him even realizing it. How these guys managed to talk him> into changing out of his clothes and pretending to put the fake clothes on while they made off with money and silk linins--a fact Duo could care less about---they could have asked he woulda---!!!]

[So he's completely naked and all of the clothing he has is at the Gundam hanger, and he's over here near the bar spouting a series of vulgarities under his breath, trying to find something to cover himself with.]

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[punkblaze]

[Eithan hears Duo cursing and mumbling and makes his way over, just to make sure everything is okay--]

Oh dear Miina! [He covers his eyes, turns his back to Duo and shakes his head.] Geez, man! What the hell?!

[Not that he can say too much, really - he's the one stuck in a dress, after all.]

[stillshinigami]

[And Duo catches sight of him, his immediate response is to duck behind the bar. What the hell?]

No fucking clue! [He snaps back. What is he gonna do? Maybe normally he wouldn't be so self conscious but people seeing the marks on his chest and back, arms and legs? Many of them deliberate? Too many questions.] Can you get me something to cover up with? [Please?]

[punkblaze]

No fu-... You don't know why you're not wearin' any clothes? What in the...!

[.. ... He shakes his head rapidly, trying to focus, to stop being kind of a jerk and actually try to help. Oh wait, he's stuck in a room with nothing in it but a spinning wheel and a metric fuckton of straw. So much for that...]

Seriously, I'd help if I could? But back in my world, I'm stuck. [He sighs.] I got locked in a room. Nothin' in there, especially not clothes. Sorry man.

[stillshinigami]

I do know... just... Never mind. Look. My clothes got stolen. [Practically. And now he's an emperor or some shit. Great.]

You can't even find me a towel around here? A sheet? Curtain? Something?

[Then he actually looks the kid over, and stifles a laugh.] Heh heh heh. Okay. Okay. Point taken. You obviously have your own problems.

[punkblaze]

[Twitch! He actually blushes a bit out of embarrassment and crosses his arms, like it would somehow hide the dress.]

Y-Yeah, just a few problems.

But uh, yeah. I can get a towel from the bathhouse thing, at least. Yeah? I'll be back.

[stillshinigami]

Join the club.

[Duo nods after him-aw. Wait! ] Get two of em!

[Sorry about laughing Eithan. He had to get the edge off his situation.]

[punkblaze]

Got it! [He calls over his shoulder, then runs off.]

[.... And he returns, a few minutes later, with two towels. He tosses them to Duo.]

Here. At least it's somethin' for now, right?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale's drawn in by the commotion at the bar. The cursing makes him wrinkle his nose a bit, but it's quite apparent the boy is in distress, and Aziraphale's never one to turn away from someone who - ah. Oh, dear. He politely averts his eyes.]

Er. Are you in need of assistance?

[The answer may be obvious, but Aziraphale asks anyway. Perhaps his lack of clothing is intentional and he's distressed for some other reason; he can't be certain in this place.]

[stillshinigami]

[Assistance? Does he need... Of course he does. He moves around the bar.] Look, pal. Unless you don't mind letting me borrow some pants... Can I get a sheet or something?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Ah, so it is indeed the lack of clothing that's the problem.]

Certainly, dear boy.

[He gestures with one hand at the bar, still not looking, and a pair of gray slacks and a white shirt appear on the bar.]

Might I ask what happened?

[stillshinigami]

[A nudist would not be the strangest thing to come to this place, he imagines. He sees the clothing appear on the counter and swipes em, pulling the slacks on, then the shirt. It took a moment for him to collect his thoughts.]

I got pulled back to my... A verse, with the people I know all there, right?

Medieval age. It was crazy.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[When the boy begins speaking again, he chances a look over, and smiles at finding him perfectly decent. His brows furrow at his words, however.]

You were forced into a reality not your own, but populated with people you know? Good heavens. Were you able to get back here on your own?

[stillshinigami]

Pretty much.

[He pauses, looking down as he searches for the right trivial bit of knowledge.]

Are you familiar with 'The Emperor's New Clothes'? Cause that's what it was like.

[eyesofaserpent]

[Someone else making a racket outside his room while he was trying to nap. He grumbles as he opens the door, but the sight before him makes him stop and laugh.]

Duo, what the bloody hell are you doing naked?

[stillshinigami]

[Duo turns to look at him. What the bloody hell? Right.]

Let's start with you shutting the hell up and grabbing me a pair of pants, alright?

[He hides over behind the bar.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Sorry, sorry. Hold on.

[He disappears into his room and comes out with one of the suits Aziraphale had made for him. He brings it to the bar.]

I think we're about the same size.

[stillshinigami]

[A suit? Really? Come now Crowley, does Duo really look like the prim and well to do type?] Thanks.

[He receives the clothes and throws it on over his bare skin.] I appreciate that.

[Didja get your powers back?]

[eyesofaserpent]

Don't go around telling people I'm helping you out.

[It's all he has unless he wants something from the Renaissance era. And no. If he had his powers, he'd have willed something more to Duo's taste.]

[stillshinigami]

Don't worry Crowley. Your crass and hedonistic reputation will be maintained.

[Sure. Duo was full of shit, but still.] I owe you twice now, man.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Heero hears the commotion just as he appears on the plane and decides to check it out. It's obviously Duo yelling.]

Why are you naked?

[He really wants to laugh at this, but since he's such a nice person he won't. Though he should for playback.]

[Okay, maybe he will just a little bit.]

[stillshinigami]

[ohjeezohjeezohjeez.]

I don't wanna talk about it. [Not with you anyway.]

And quit laughing and get me some clothes, would you?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Aww, why not?]

Is your stuff still at the hangar?

[He's stopped laughing, but it's obvious he's still amused.]

[stillshinigami]

Yeah.

[Damn you Heero. He folds his arms and turns away. He didn't have much to protect himself with here.]

Just hurry up.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[He dropped from the plane for a moment and then returned, throwing an outfit of his own at Duo.]

Get them yourself.

[stillshinigami]

[Nice tact there, Heero.] Thanks.

[He caught the clothes and pulled them on, pulling the smaller shirt on, it was a bit tight. Both where, but the pants fit better. He pulled the shirt back off, then simply crossed his arms.]

Someone sent me to some universe... Some place set in the middle ages or something. And some how I managed to get stuck without any clothes.