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[davincible]

And believe me, so would I.

[ Hoists up her wedding dress to follow gracefully, yes. ]

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[He leads her to his room, opening the door to let her in first. It is- Well. It is about what one should expect from Herlock Sholmes. There is disorder here and there, items sprawled about on a desk, or stuffed beneath the bed, but the room is breathable enough, matching somewhat the decor of the common area.

How has he managed this, living alone in this room? Well, via the mere fact that he has not resided here long enough to accumulate a proper frightful mess. Da Vinci should count herself lucky! Maybe.]

Sit where you like. Give me just a moment to find a skirt.

[davincible]

Take your time.

[ She is looking around very curiously, but chooses to perch herself at the end of the bed for now to watch him. This is going to be a long ordeal of tasks, might as well make herself comfortable while she can. ]

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[He crosses over to a dresser and opens up its doors to rifle through its contents. It doesn't take long before he finds a skirt.]

Ha! I knew it was in there somewhere.

[Sholmes disappears into the adjoining bathroom to put it on--it only seems proper since they haven't started undressing each other quite yet--and when he comes back, he is donned in a long, flowing white skirt. The top half of his clothing has remained the same.

The fabric swooshes as he comes to a stop.]

Will this do?

[davincible]

... I have several questions, but I am going to attribute you owning a skirt to using it as a disguise for some reason, so yes. That works for me.

[ and it goes so well with the top, wow. ]

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[The waistcoat and dress look is all the rage.]

I find it is always helpful to have an assortment of ladies’ clothing to aid with a disguise, yes. But in this case, we will use it in a manner altogether different.

[He steps closer to where she sits.]

It’s a long skirt, too, so you will have to work for your square, Da Vinci.

[davincible]

Yeah, I'm not sure it's going to count if I end up being completely engulfed by your skirt. [ wryly, but she's also delicately peeling off her wedding gloves. ]

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And why not?

[Moves his weight to one leg, so he can stick out the other. Leggy. Even if it is mostly covered by skirt.]

It says nothing about the length.

[davincible]

How am I supposed to see your scandalized face if I'm under there?

[ with a short laugh as she slides off the bed and crouches down to lift the hem of his skirt.]

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[He’ll remain still so she can slip under his skirt as she requires. This is not a proper disguise, obviously, like what he would usually go to lengths to wear — beneath the fabric are little more than his bare legs and underthings. But also a thigh ripe for the caressing!!]

If you scandalize me properly, then you will still catch a glimpse of my expression after you’ve unearthed yourself.

[davincible]

Fair enough.

[ ... She is absolutely going to be half-obscured by his skirt, but she just reaches a hand up to ever so tantalizingly caress his thigh.

This feels so stupid but she at least knows how to caress!! ]

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[It is a bit silly, but at least it fulfills a square... for her. He remarks to her under his skirt, not quite at the "scandalized" part of this yet.]

I will have to return the favor at some point. My card requires your thigh to be equally tended to.

[davincible]

Yes, well, if you want to wait until I'm also not in a floor-length gown...

[ TIME TO FEEL HIM UP. ]

My thigh will be ready.

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I will be as patient as possible-

[His tone lilts slightly, when she gets a little bolder in her wanderings. ...Sholmes clears his throat.]

Are you... ready for my declaration regarding my chastity, Da Vinci? Or are you still in the weeds of exploration?

[He is. So romantic.]

[davincible]

[ He gets another feel for that. ]

Go ahead. Scold me.

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[He shifts a little.]

Da Vinci! We cannot do this! [Recited rather purposefully, as though he were a character in a play.] We must tame our wild desires! I have been saving myself for my wedding night, as any proper [err] lady! Gentleman? Would! Think of the whispers if this got out, my love. Our reputations would be left in tatters, and I cannot bear the thought.

[davincible]

[ she pops out from under his skirt and now she has a VERY fake mustache on her upper lip, one she adjusts solemnly as she stays crouching but reaches up to take one of his hands in hers. ]

Sholmes, my dainty daisy. The solution is elementary-- all we have to do is marry and the whispers will stop entirely! I give you my wedding vow here and now-- I will shave [ she plucks off the mustache and flings it to the side] and remain forevermore by your side, regardless of how obnoxious I may or may not find you to be most days!

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[oh my god da Vinci

Well… Sholmes is all about theatrics, so the sight just makes him widen his eyes dramatically, placing a hand on his chest like a noble lady about to faint with the news.]

You would do that… for me? Shave? Endure my very reasonable spates of arguing? I hardly know what to say!

[(He also can’t believe she told him something was “elementary”.)]

Other than yes. Yes, I will accept your wedding vows with delight and give you my own in return. Oh, how happy we will be — a life of marriage, and children, and— whatever it is married couples do!

[davincible]

[ wow that sounds terrible]

Yes, nothing could make me happier! And with that, by the power vested in me as a genius, I can totally pronounce us married for the sake of brevity and convenience!

[ it's hard to get to her feet from a crouch in a wedding gown. Give her a moment. ]

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[It does sound awful. Children are only acceptable if they are all like Iris.

He is still in his “surprised” pose as Da Vinci tries to get back up to her feet, watching with a quirked brow.]

Difficulties?

[girl try wearing a victorian lady’s dress]

[davincible]

I am absolutely modifying this after a glorious victory.

[ with a low grumble. But she's up!]

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[He chuckles.]

No point in worrying about that now, since you will be slipping out of it soon enough. Do you need assistance with the back zipper?

[davincible]

I'd appreciate it. I'd prefer to save my show of flexibility for later.

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[He twirls a wrist, his finger indicating at her to turn around.]

Then turn, if you'd be so kind.

[davincible]

[ She turns! With a little flourish, no less, skirt flaring out. ]