You seemed so enthusiastic about it though. [ Hilda pouts to combat his dry tone, the ghost of what sounds like a 'tsk' in her voice. While she'd admit that he has some basis to complain seeing how he didn't have prior knowledge on how to put on a dress, he could have easily asked her the best way to go about it instead of jumping in head first. Honestly, as smart as he was, he could still be so dumb sometimes. ] And really, it would have taken more effort to get you out of the dress at that point.
[ Could she have tugged it off him easily enough? Absolutely, and they both know that. But where's the fun in seeing someone like Claude struggle a little? She shrugs nonchalantly from behind him, her voice bright and sing-songy as she knots off the corset. ]
Nothing! I'm just encouraging you to wear whatever it is you like, Claude.
[ And he didn't seem to really hate it all that much with the preening he was doing (although he was probably doing it more for her amusement than his own). The corner of her eyes crinkle taking in the sight. Despite her chiding, she's smiling, a laugh on the verge of escaping from her lips. ]
Stop exaggerating, you drama queen. There's no way that's heavier than heavy plated armor - plus it looks much more flattering.
[ She's reminded of the early days at the Academy and trying to learn how to maneuver in heavy armor at Byleth's behest. It had been grueling and she had immediately cast it off as soon as training was done, whining that she'd rather swing around an axe than be stuffed into a metal sauna that she couldn't move in. If the gleam in their professor's eye had been any indication, that had been Byleth's plan all along.
After ensuring that he doesn't get tripped up in the dress and that he can breathe, she plops herself in the chair in front of the mirror. Tugging her hair out its usual pigtails, the rest of her hair falls neatly down her back and she glances at him in the reflection, grinning. ]
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[ Could she have tugged it off him easily enough? Absolutely, and they both know that. But where's the fun in seeing someone like Claude struggle a little? She shrugs nonchalantly from behind him, her voice bright and sing-songy as she knots off the corset. ]
Nothing! I'm just encouraging you to wear whatever it is you like, Claude.
[ And he didn't seem to really hate it all that much with the preening he was doing (although he was probably doing it more for her amusement than his own). The corner of her eyes crinkle taking in the sight. Despite her chiding, she's smiling, a laugh on the verge of escaping from her lips. ]
Stop exaggerating, you drama queen. There's no way that's heavier than heavy plated armor - plus it looks much more flattering.
[ She's reminded of the early days at the Academy and trying to learn how to maneuver in heavy armor at Byleth's behest. It had been grueling and she had immediately cast it off as soon as training was done, whining that she'd rather swing around an axe than be stuffed into a metal sauna that she couldn't move in. If the gleam in their professor's eye had been any indication, that had been Byleth's plan all along.
After ensuring that he doesn't get tripped up in the dress and that he can breathe, she plops herself in the chair in front of the mirror. Tugging her hair out its usual pigtails, the rest of her hair falls neatly down her back and she glances at him in the reflection, grinning. ]
Braid my hair?