[With her back turned him, Takasugi leans forward. His shoulders meet hers as he tugs one side of the kimono over the other, crossing them in the front. Once, with some adjustment, is all it takes to fit her form.
Then comes the cord, held against her waist as he guides it around, his knuckles flush to fabric, overlapping it in the front to circle back to him.
After tying a knot that's firm, but not tight, he steps back to the rest of the ensemble.] Stay still, this won't take long.
[It doesn't take much time at all to wrap fabric, then obi, then cord. With each layer his touch lingers longer, and his attention seems to grow more distant.
Somehow, this has become nostalgic, despite him never really doing this much back home.
With the final knot adjusted, he steps away, allows a path between Diva and the mirror.] Go ahead and look.
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Then comes the cord, held against her waist as he guides it around, his knuckles flush to fabric, overlapping it in the front to circle back to him.
After tying a knot that's firm, but not tight, he steps back to the rest of the ensemble.] Stay still, this won't take long.
[It doesn't take much time at all to wrap fabric, then obi, then cord. With each layer his touch lingers longer, and his attention seems to grow more distant.
Somehow, this has become nostalgic, despite him never really doing this much back home.
With the final knot adjusted, he steps away, allows a path between Diva and the mirror.] Go ahead and look.
Then we'll do your hair.