No, that's just the first stage of making sure it's grand. C'mon, all this time and you think I don't know how to pull something like that off?
[ Claude might sound put out like he's been deeply insulted by this where he leans on one shoulder against the door frame, but it's entirely negated by clear amusement on his face he doesn't bother to hide. Not only because this is more familiar back and forth between them, a faux argument carried on until one or both of them laughs after they reach one escalation too far, but also... maybe just slightly at Hilda's expense now that he has a better view of the problem that'd caused her to cry out. He'll lose this round of 'arguing' by chuckling first at her statement that's less a request for help than an acknowledgment of something going sideways. ]
I think you might need more than 'a little' here.
[ Lightly enough as he pushes off the doorframe to walk closer, since: how many times has she rescued him from varying levels of misfortune? Far too many, really. Dealing with a dress zipper is the least of how he could repay her. He spends a second assessing the situation now that he's not peering from across the room, and then reaches to brush some of her non-tangled hair out of the way. ]
Look down for me, will you?
[ Maybe that'll help with moving the hair even if it'll likely pull on the trapped strands a bit more. Claude reaches for the zipper to tug the fabric around it upwards to help with that though doing so means he spots the actual problem. A bit of investigation releases her hair first thanks to a few deft movements and then the zipper is next when it lets go of her undergarments. ]
There we go, good as new. [ Rather than let her go back to struggling with it, Claude zips the closure the rest of the way and looks up into the mirror. Some smart remark is on the tip of his tongue but it melts away at the sight of her and he's left smiling before leaning down to press a light kiss to the top of her shoulder. ] You've survived the Great Zipper Disaster, and you're still a sight to behold after it.
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[ Claude might sound put out like he's been deeply insulted by this where he leans on one shoulder against the door frame, but it's entirely negated by clear amusement on his face he doesn't bother to hide. Not only because this is more familiar back and forth between them, a faux argument carried on until one or both of them laughs after they reach one escalation too far, but also... maybe just slightly at Hilda's expense now that he has a better view of the problem that'd caused her to cry out. He'll lose this round of 'arguing' by chuckling first at her statement that's less a request for help than an acknowledgment of something going sideways. ]
I think you might need more than 'a little' here.
[ Lightly enough as he pushes off the doorframe to walk closer, since: how many times has she rescued him from varying levels of misfortune? Far too many, really. Dealing with a dress zipper is the least of how he could repay her. He spends a second assessing the situation now that he's not peering from across the room, and then reaches to brush some of her non-tangled hair out of the way. ]
Look down for me, will you?
[ Maybe that'll help with moving the hair even if it'll likely pull on the trapped strands a bit more. Claude reaches for the zipper to tug the fabric around it upwards to help with that though doing so means he spots the actual problem. A bit of investigation releases her hair first thanks to a few deft movements and then the zipper is next when it lets go of her undergarments. ]
There we go, good as new. [ Rather than let her go back to struggling with it, Claude zips the closure the rest of the way and looks up into the mirror. Some smart remark is on the tip of his tongue but it melts away at the sight of her and he's left smiling before leaning down to press a light kiss to the top of her shoulder. ] You've survived the Great Zipper Disaster, and you're still a sight to behold after it.