This was so...embarassing.
A dark blush settled across his cheeks and he gritted his teeth behind closed lips, his jaw tense as he tugged down the skirt of his uniform. It seemed like, no matter how much he tugged it down, it still remained short. Too short. The worst part about this outfit? It felt familiar. He had been in this situation before, only it had not been for a maid service. Cloud hadn't signed up for this, no sir. A pair of blonde pigtails swished behind him as he strode forward in the most awkward way possible. Everything felt off and he was so very uncomfortable. His own scent felt intoxicating, which was very much possible considering it was meant to attract men. But why the hell did he have to wind up in this giant mansion? And why the hell did he have to wear a maid uniform? He couldn't just clean in his own clothes? His eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he opened the doors to his assigned room and his eyes widened in horror at the scene displayed before him.
The blond swallowed hard as his blue eyes scanned the room quickly and he groaned quietly in protest. He was dreading who his partners would be and, for the sake of his own sanity, hoped they were female. Granted, it still would have been uncomfortable and Cloud felt awkward around males and females...but at least if it were a female and he had accidentally caught a glimpse. Well, let's just say he wouldn't have been eyeing someone else's package, to say the least. It didn't really matter, if someone were to climb up the ladder he would look down, but he would eventually have to look up if they needed something. Then that would just be a terrible situation itself. He hoped to whatever goodly god existed that this job would be over with soon. Decorations? In this giant place? He looked around slowly, a frown turning the corners of his lips downward.
This probably wouldn't end well. Not for him at least. He tugged the skirt down once more and sighed heavily, releasing the skirt and crossing his arms over his chest slightly in contemplation. He figured that it would be best to work with his teammates after he learned who they were and what they were capable of doing. Maybe if he was lucky someone would be able to fly so that they would not have to deal with it. Or perhaps a butler would come along and be willing to help him so that he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing up his skirt. Just the thought of someone catching a peek up his shirt made him blush and want to cover up even more. He couldn't though, as soon as he had entered the mansion he had been forced into these clothes. It didn't matter how uncomfortable he was or what he did. He was stuck like this...or naked.
And he sure as hell wasn't going to get naked.
Experience: 505/2 = 252
This was… really cute!
Aerith laughed softly as she plucked at the skirt of her dress, tugging it outward to give it a more feminine poof. It was a modest length, falling to her calves, and red like the color of her usual bolero with a simple light pink apron that crossed behind her back and tied in a neat bow at the small of her waist. Perhaps this wasn’t a man’s twisted sexual fantasy like she had originally thought. Maybe this was a legitimate, though forced, competition for a fabulous grand prize. Ah, with other cute maids and maybe some handsome, manly butlers who would take her into their strong arms and lift her up when she just couldn’t reach that one spot. She blushed at the thought of one man in particular doing just that.
Nonono, this was a competition held by a mysterious wacko. Maybe to the death. She had to keep her head in the game if she wanted to survive. With a curt nod and a fist pump, she opened the door into... heaven?
Her bright green eyes zeroed in on Maid Cloud, taking all of him in and storing the image in her memory bank forever. In an instant, her face was tinged pink and her hands flew to her mouth to cover the... complicated mix of emotions she needed to sort out. The embarrassed look on his face and his awkward gait were just too cute, but there was also a twinge of jealousy in her heart. Who was their Master and why would they dress Cloud so provocatively?
Not that she hadn’t forced Cloud to dress in a similar way. But that was for a noble cause! This was just for someone’s sick pleasure.
Only then, in her state of disgust, did she notice Don Corneo sleazing on Cloud. Now she was fuming. This wasn’t heaven at all.
Aerith averted her gaze from Cloud and a scantily clad Don Corneo to study the hall she was to be working in. Ladders and Wutainese decor. So they were tasked with decorating the grand hallway for some kind of themed event, maybe. But how would they win?
Certainly not with Don Corneo on their team. Or maybe he was the key to keeping the Master entertained?
A girlish giggle erupted from her throat and her hands cupped her flushed cheeks as she waggled her hips from side to side in feigned excitement. “Oh, wow! It’s Don Corneo!”
What was he wearing? Her face cracked into a bawdy grin as more giggles bubbled out, though these were far more sincere.
"That's no fair! I was looking forward to picking out the cute decorations, not hanging them up." Aerith shot him a small frown and put her hands on her hips in mock anger. “It’s not fair to make cute girls climb up that scary ladder! Right, Miss Cloud?”
Exp: 482/2 = 241
His lips became a grimace as he heard the door open, yielding to allow someone entry. What came next was something Cloud would have never expected, nor was it something that he wanted to happen. As that familiar voice rang in his ears, horror, shock, and disgust all melded into one single emotion within his core. His eyes widened as he looked back to find Don Corneo, the biggest sleazeball that had somehow managed to become a leader of sorts among the slums of Midgar. As soon as he saw Corneo's face, heard his voice, his face tightened into a scowl. Why did Cloud have to see him now of all times? When he was dressed like this? Again? When he approached and introduced himself, Cloud rolled his eyes and looked away when the Don asked him his name. What kind of fool was he? Could he not see through the disguise and see that they were once enemies? Cloud assumed his own short skirt was tantalizing enough to make all blood rush away from Corneo's brain at that point. The rosy tint to his cheeks certainly didn't help matters and the fact that Corneo was looking at him in such a manner was embarassing in its own right. It was like he was a fresh slab of meat slapped onto the counter. It was everything he had not to just launch a punch into the Don's face. So, with narrowed eyes, Cloud waited for the man to finish his little speech about finding a wife and the like before clearing his throat. "Cloud." he said simply, making no effort to mask his voice.
He wasn't trying to trick Corneo this time, he was being himself but he was just forced to wear these embarassing clothes. Now that he was here, he could see that the other man had been forced to wear them as well, though Cloud had to admit that he was far from okay with it. More like on the edge of losing whatever he had eaten prior. Honestly, he hoped the name struck a chord with Corneo so he would back off, hopefully remembering their last encounter. Which, Cloud begrudgingly admitted to himself, he had won. He turned his head away from Corneo and scowled. "I guess it's nice to know I'm still pretty, even after taking a tumble to the sewers." Cloud said.
That would refresh his memory, if the name didn't.
However, then something else happened, this time another thing happening that he wasn't quite expecting. A female's voice, his eyes widening as he looked to see Aerith, wearing a rather modest looking maid outfit. Why did she get the long skirt? His lips were a soft frown as he watched her approach, admiring her optimism in a way. It was difficult for him to feel optimistic in this situation, especially with Don Corneo here. So when Aerith approached, regardless, it was a welcome sight. His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of Corneo saying he wouldn't want to do work and would rather pick out the decorations. "Believe me, I'd rather not watch you climb up that ladder, either. But I'd also rather not have you looking up my skirt." Cloud said, feeling awkward just saying such a thing.
"Miss Cloud". It had been a while since he'd heard that. Not long enough. He brought a hand up to place his fingers to his forehead, giving a soft sigh and rubbing his temples. He looked around slowly, this hallway was spotless. All there was to do was to put up the decorations. He blew a sigh from his lips, gritting his teeth softly and gyrating his jaw as he glanced around slowly at all of the ladders. So many ladders. Cloud nodded softly at Aerith's inquiry, noting that it wasn't fair that the two men make the one girl climb the ladder. "...It's only fair that you and I get up on ladders and pass the decorations along to one another, Corneo. That way Aerith doesn't have to worry about either of us looking up her skirt." Cloud said, narrowing his eyes at the man.
It was only natural that he be at least a little protective of Aerith. It was inevitable that, if she climbed the ladder, one of them would probably catch a peek of something. Cloud didn't necessarily need to see that and he would make sure Don didn't if it was the last thing he did. "That's not a problem, is it?" Cloud asked warily, eyeing Corneo and raising a brow.
Words: 758 / 2 = 379