forum Alien Apocalypse // Private

Started July 15, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Delia mumbled a barely audible, "Thank you," before making her way to the clothes and pulling out the ones she wanted to try on. There weren't many, but most of them were dresses, both poofy and sleek and ranging in color.

Jay nodded, pulling out some clothes he himself wanted to try on, quiet. She's mad at me. He thought, not looking at her.

She stepped back from the closet once she found the ones she wanted, heading to the back of the room and hanging them on a broken window ledge so she could decide which ones to try on first. Her eyes didn't move back to glance at him and she was very clearly mad and ignoring him, wondering why she even listened to him. He didn't control her and she knew she could march out there any time, but for some odd reason she was listening to him.

Jay closed the door to the room, taking a deep breath and leaning against the wall for a moment, before trying on a suit type thing, starting to pull it on.

Delia decided on a mid length and soft pink dress to start it off, placing her normal clothes neatly in the corner. The material was soft, and had a shimmery layer on the outside which gave it a tiny bit of sparkle in the light. There wasn't any mirror she could see to check how it looked, so as much as she didn't want to talk to him, she decided she would have to ask Jay what he thought.

Jay had changed into the suit, straightening the cuffs, sleeves, and lapels. He took a deep breath. He looked like his dad. He looked like…he swallowed.

The dress was strapless, but surprisingly fit pretty well, though she wouldn’t try to lift her arms above her head or anything and risk it dropping. She grabbed her crutches and made her way to the door, knocking to make sure he was done changing before opening it and mumbling a small, “How does it look?”

Jay turned around, and raised his eyebrows slightly, clearing his throat. Damn, she looks great. Some traitorous little voice in his head whispered. "You look…really good." He replied with a small smile.

She glanced up at him and nodded in thanks, her eyes traveling over his suit. hot damn was the only thought that came to mind but she didn’t say it out loud, “Thanks…you look really nice too..that suit fits you nicely.”

Jay nodded. "Thanks…" He said softly. He adjusted the suit again. I look like my dad…in the shoulders, in the body shape. If I still had my normal hair color… He felt bile rising in his throat as he remembered the last time he had seen his dad.

Delia cleared her throat softly and glanced back at the other dresses, “Well, I’m going to go try the next one on. You’ll have to tell me how it looks.” She looked over him and then down at her own dress before heading back into the room to get the next one on.

He nodded. "Alright." He closed the door behind her, changing out of the suit and trying on a different outfit. Leo was with Delia, quiet.

She slipped out of the dress and sighed, grabbing the next dress. It was a deep maroon dress with a deep dipping back and a skintight form. Delia took a few minutes to get into it and opened the door again when she was done. It came down to her mid thigh and hugged her figure, her lack of good food somewhat visible.

Jay yelped when she opened the door, in the middle of buttoning his shirt up. For a moment, his chest was easily visible, a long scar running across it also visible, then he finished buttoning it, not looking at her.

“Shit! I’m sorry, should’ve knocked.” Her face turned bright red and she couldn’t help but notice the scar. It intrigued her, but she wasn’t about to ask and have him have to remember memories he didn’t want to. Delia averted her eyes and looked to the floor, messing with one of the short cap sleeves on the dress.

"It's okay." He said, finishing buttoning the shirt. It was silvery, flashy, and definitely not something he would usually wear.

Glancing up to make sure he was done with his shirt, she took a small step back so she could see his outfit. A small smile twitched at her lips and she cleared her throat, “You look very….um..sparkly.”

He chuckled. "Mhm. Thanks." He said with a smile, looking at her. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "You look…really good." He said.

“I’m fairly certain I just look like a shrink wrapped sack of bones, but whatever,” She said with a shrug, pulling at a small piece of the fabric before letting it go and watching as it went right back to tracing her form. A tiny chuckle escaped her and she shook her head, “definitely not something I would’ve worn before everything happened.”

Jay shrugged. "I would never have worn this, either." He replied, gesturing to the flashy shirt.

Delia’s small smile returned and she glanced back toward her room, “Can we agree to change out of these thing then? I think I have one more dress to try on, how much more do you have to try out?” The dress wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, but she wasn’t a big fan of it because of how skinny and small it made her look.

He chuckled. "Yeah. I have…just one more outfit to try on, and then I'm done as well." He said with a small smile, looking at her.

“Alright then, I’ll be right back out.” She glanced over his very sparkly shirt again before slipping back into the room and closing the door behind herself, pulling and tugging the dress off her body. It was quite a task, but after some minutes of struggling, she was out and grabbed the final dress. The dress sort of matched the theme with the others, a deep, midnight blue color with silver shimmery glitter heavy on the top and gradiently dispersing until just the blue was visible at the bottom of the quite floofy dress. Delia thought for a minute as she got it on and zipped as best she could and figured it must’ve been a prom dress. Jays clothes were probably matching sets, maybe belonging to a brother and sister, or just a couple that kept the outfits together Incase they wanted to wear them again.

Jay tried on another suit. This one was a closer, tighter cut that hugged his body. The tie that went with it was a deep blue, obviously meant to match a dress. Leo stood up, padding over to Delia. He sank his teeth into the dress's hem, tugging.

“Leo!” Delia yelped, felling him tug on the dress and immediately trying to make him stop as best she could. She was standing up still and couldn’t sit down without letting go of her crutch and falling down. It wouldn’t help to try to pull the dress back from the puppy, and she didn’t want to tear the fabric, the dress was too pretty.