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[ action | closed ] it's familiar, but not too familiar, but not too not familiar...

Who: Cassian Lynch, Tannusen
Where: the rectory
When: backdated to the holidays lmao
What: fashion, and a discussion of past abuses -- Cassian edition

Tannusen, being the sum of all that he was -- a Fae, and a madman on top of that -- sometimes sprang things pretty much out of nowhere. This was one of those times, just chilling on the couch with Cassian, the tiger looked up from scrolling through the network on his phone.

"Wanna go on a date?"

Whelp.

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And Cassian? Cassian had been buried in a book, of course. Some text on additional uses for common kitchen spices, it seemed. May as well try to do something more fun with pepper than season fish.

The priest looked up for a moment, over his glasses.

"... What, to your pub?" That was a date, right.

Leaving the house equals date.

"Aye sure, tis been a while since I threw boxed vodka at a bartender. Me aim's gettin' poor."

Tannusen laughed at that, and pocketed his phone. "As much fun as it is to watch you try to terrorize the most aggressively cheerful man I've ever met on any world -- unless you mean Valerie in which case I think I'd pay to see this..."

Tangent averted, he got back on track.

"No, I mean to something fancy. Lots of holiday party things going on and I've never attended one without being someone's paid arm-candy."

There's a snort at the mention of Valerie. Oh yes. Yes he did mean Valerie. He was never sure what was more offensive, the sippy cup with gin in it, or the vodka juice boxes. Either way-

"What-" A pause.

"A public occasion?" With all the stupid people here?

"What with the local average I.Q. bein' a lower number than me shoe size?"

Tannusen draped an arm across the back of the couch behind Cassian. "You don't want to show off how not in-your-40s you actually look? Trust me, people don't have to be smart to appreciate hotness."

The comment made the priest sink into his collar a little, glaring up at the pooka.

"Don't ye speak of that idiocy, t'was the dumbest thing I ever did hear."

The hotness comment just added a nice, vibrant pink color to the mixture, his face clearly warming up fast.

"You're biased."

"Well, this way I can prove it's not just bias," Tannusen grinned, reaching over with his free hand to brush his fingers against a pink cheek. "We can dress up fancy and have a good time in everyone's faces. It's what these events are really for, anyway."

This didn't seem to be working well on Cassian, who went to tug his book up to him with a snort, trying to hide his face in that.

"Don't need to dress up, me day clothes are fine the way they are."

"Oh, they definitely are," the tiger leaned over a bit closer, curious at that reaction. "But you like it when I dress fancy, why don't you want to try it for yourself? It can be fun."

"What because ye look good in nice clothes." Short, sweet and to the point! No he didn't extrapolate on that, he had gone and yanked the book up so hard and fast when Tannusen leaned in a bit closer that he'd succeeded in accidentally smacking the top of the spine against his glasses.

Tannusen produced a flat, thin box out of nowhere and attempted to bop Cass on top of the head with it.

Cat.

"Trust me Cass, I'm totally into the whole forbidden fruit priest thing, and your uniform looks sharp as hell on you, but you're in a two thousand year old rut."

THWAP. The box hits the top of his head, and Cassian goes to smack it out of Tannusen's hand.

With the book.

"Tis a comfortable rut, I've got a house and a bed in here, and ye can't make me leave, damnit."

The box goes tumbling -- a little heavier than the bap had indicated -- and then it blips out of the air and back into Tannusen's hand. Fast enough to barely be a thought. Apparently it's an important box? "Come on Cass, you're mortal now! Try things! If you try it and hate it, I won't even bring it up again."

.... That box tho.

The fact that Tannusnen clearly saved it before it hit the floor, and didn't banish it from his sight entirely, was proof enough to Cassian there was something he might care about in it.

Which gave him a perfect reason to ignore the topic Yay!

"What's with the box, Tannusen?"

Tannusen wiggled the box for a second like he was considering playing keep-away, but then set the box down on Cassian's lap.

Flat and wide, opening it would reveal a sharply-folded set of clothing, all black, primarily featuring a textured velvet waistcoat. The shirt inside it was high-collared and, yes, there was a very lovely, matte metal cross strung around the neck and sitting on the center of the waistcoat's chest, pinned to hold it in place inside the box.

"I wasn't kidding about getting your measurements when we were swapped."

"Don't ye play any of your feckin' games with me, goddamnit-" Ah there we go.

Finally allowed to look at the box, his expression went through a few expressions, a whole rainbow of them.

Surprise, interest, consideration and then...

"Tis a nice outfit yes but-"

Resignation.

"I can't wear it."

Tannusen's usual smile faded. "...Why not?"

He picked at it for a moment, trying to verbalize 'why'. Because in his head, it made sense, but attempting to put it into real words just made it seem so...

Silly, really.

"I... Well." Not really like him to be at a loss for words.

"... I don't... wear clothes like this... well." Perfect. A plus explanation. He tried again.

"Tis awful close fittin', and I'm not much of a... I wouldn't fill it out proper-"

Still trying.

"... Wouldn't look much of a man in 'em."

"It has nice crisp lines, I think you'd look quite dashing in it," Tannusen slid his arm from the back of the couch to drape instead over Cassian's shoulders. He didn't know exactly what was picking at the priest's brain, but something clearly was.

"Wait, 'not much of a man'...? You know skinny dudes aren't exactly odd, right?" Incredulous, but he couldn't help it.

"Tisn't the skinniness." It was part of the issue but not the full one, it was pretty easy to still be obviously masculine with a low BMI.

"I don't got the face for it. The height or nuthin'. Shape and all that nonsense."

"...You... think you look like a girl?" Tannusen asked slowly, just sort of staring.

The tiger hadn't expected this particular road-bump. He was a bit baffled by it.

"Well when ye put it like that it sounds right stupid, doesn't it?" Frustrated, yes. That would be Cassian right now.

Well aware that it sounded ridiculous and yet here they were.

"Well, it's obviously a real concern for you, or you wouldn't be so worried about it," Tannusen squeezed his arm around Cassian's shoulders just a bit. "I've seen you naked, Cass, quite a few times now. Not once have you struck me as being anything other than a man. Not that there'd be anything wrong with it otherwise, even."

"Aye, I'm aware it tisn't a problem now, people here in this city don't give half a damn if ye look like a man or a woman and how that corresponds with your bits and even at home the number of folk that give a malnourished shit are dwindlin', I'm aware! Used to matter a whole hell of a lot more two thousand plus years back, don't matter now though, I know!"

By now, Tannusen was well aware that Cassian's way of dealing with most things was to yell. He didn't even blink at that. "So... it's because of how things were back then?"

And of course, Cassian had looked the same back then. Or even smaller when he was younger.

Even Tannusen might've passed for a girl when he was young, but this lifetime had been in a modern era, and around a bunch of circus performers to boot. He hadn't really thought much about it.

"It-" Logic was arguing with emotion. Saying out loud really did make it sound so silly, hypocritical of him really. After all, he'd more than once angrily proclaimed the past was just that.

The past.

"... Yes." Like air out of a balloon, he just deflated again, looking back down at the lovely clothes in the box.

"'Tis."

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