Take your body measurements so we can purchase the right size, of course. Have you truly never done this before?
[ Everyone from every background had to get measured for their clothing, didn't they? They should at least have a vague idea of what their body measurements were.
But, as always, he's all business, stepping away for a moment to allow Mikazuki some privacy. ]
Disrobe, and I'll be back in a moment to measure you.
Not once. [ He ventures further in. ] We wore whatever was around.
[ That'd been par for the course, recycling through standard issue clothes until they got too destroyed or bloody to weather the exchange of hands. With a bout of silence that stands in for an agreement, Mikazuki doesn't even wait until he's left to start peeling off his clothes, rolling them up over muscle and throwing them on the floor, because what are manners and/or modesty.
Once he's done, he passes a glance over the mirror, the implants along his spine catching the light, and looks over his shoulder. ]
[ That gives him more than a little bit of pause. Percival knew that Mizakuki was a commoner back in his home world. That much had been plainly laid out the first time they'd met. But "we wore whatever was around" sounds like even more extreme circumstances.
It serves, once again, as a reminder that he shouldn't assume any experience is universal.
This has been a moment of Percival checking his privilege. ]
I see. It's understandable, then, that all of this is new. Don't worry. I will assist you.
[ He has disappeared while Mikazuki disrobes, checking one last time to see if there's anyone available, but if this is Mikazuki's first time getting fitted, maybe it's better to be helped by someone he knows.
He comes back into the dressing area, quite visibly surprised by the disrobed Mikazuki that he finds. This boy continues to surprise him apparently.
Percival doesn't say anything at first, instead reaching over Mikazuki's shoulders to wrap the tape around Mikazuki's waist. ]
[ THANKS BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO COME IN THE FIRST PLACE
Not that this is stopping him from falling quiet before: ]
Thanks.
[ Checking his privilege around him is a lot farther than anyone else similar to Percival's standing has gotten, so Mikazuki is fine to let it roll off his back. It's not anyone's problem but his own if he got annoyed by that line of thinking, so what was the use in it? He doesn't seem to mind one way or the other, gaze trained forward and movements fairly obedient as he lifts his arms to keep them out of the way. ]
No, I got them when I was little for work.
[ Then, since it's relevant, his chin tips up in thought. ]
[ The machinery embedded into Mikazuki's back makes the measurement process a bit trickier, but he doesn't falter. He works efficiently, accounting for the slight extra volume a jacket might have to accommodate. When he's taken the number for his waist, he gingerly moves the tape measure to the width of his shoulders, then to the circumference of his bicep. ]
When you were little, for work. [ He repeats thoughtfully. ] By choice?
Yeah. [ Though the actuality of the situation was a little more dire than he's making it out to be — get the implants or stay on the streets — the answer is truthful. He could choose either of those things, so he chose the path that would let him survive. ] With the surgery, kids like us could get work without going to school.
[ Were his shoulders and arms not occupied, it seems like he could shrug, though he doesn't. ]
[ Without going to school? Now his illiteracy makes even more sense than before. It would seem that Mikazuki focused almost entirely on piloting, if he went so far as to get permanent changes to his body. ]
I fail to see what isn't respectable about any work that puts food on the table or helps you survive.
[ Now, he moves on to measure Mikazuki's height and pant seam length. It doesn't take very long, for obvious reasons, but he double checks anyway. ]
[ Mikazuki takes a glance over his shoulder, calm and curious, but not all that impassive. While he's not the most emotive, he does look as though he's genuine enough about posing it as a question. He's learned a lot about what people think of choices since waking up here. ]
[ Percival only stops what he's doing for a brief moment. He takes one last measurement and straightens up, making a few last notes on the notepad he's taken ahold of.
He is no stranger to death and fighting, but it seems as though something about his choices disturbs Mikazuki himself. ]
Yeah. [ A lack of hesitation follows the question that seemed ill-suited to him. Every time he's come up against something, his insatiable drive to destroy has never been out of malice, but just — ] I wanted to live.
[ Not minding which tense he uses, he looks over. ]
I do not know the circumstances you had, not truly. Whether I think your decision is right or wrong is irrelevant, so long as you believe you acted justly.
[ Or in self-preservation, which Mikazuki seems to imply.
He looks back down at the pad, then to their surroundings. Even now, no one has come by to assist. ]
I am. It seems as though I'll have to do the legwork of finding appropriate pieces, as well. Stay here.
[ He does what he can, nothing more and nothing less, in his eyes or anyone else's. At least if he can help it. He's quiet after that, not entirely complacent, but definitely less edgy than before. ...honestly it's probably a little unnerving. ]
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[ Everyone from every background had to get measured for their clothing, didn't they? They should at least have a vague idea of what their body measurements were.
But, as always, he's all business, stepping away for a moment to allow Mikazuki some privacy. ]
Disrobe, and I'll be back in a moment to measure you.
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[ That'd been par for the course, recycling through standard issue clothes until they got too destroyed or bloody to weather the exchange of hands. With a bout of silence that stands in for an agreement, Mikazuki doesn't even wait until he's left to start peeling off his clothes, rolling them up over muscle and throwing them on the floor, because what are manners and/or modesty.
Once he's done, he passes a glance over the mirror, the implants along his spine catching the light, and looks over his shoulder. ]
Ready.
what a spicy icon
It serves, once again, as a reminder that he shouldn't assume any experience is universal.
This has been a moment of Percival checking his privilege. ]
I see. It's understandable, then, that all of this is new. Don't worry. I will assist you.
[ He has disappeared while Mikazuki disrobes, checking one last time to see if there's anyone available, but if this is Mikazuki's first time getting fitted, maybe it's better to be helped by someone he knows.
He comes back into the dressing area, quite visibly surprised by the disrobed Mikazuki that he finds. This boy continues to surprise him apparently.
Percival doesn't say anything at first, instead reaching over Mikazuki's shoulders to wrap the tape around Mikazuki's waist. ]
... What is this? Are you part machine?
gotta impress tiddy senpai ig
Not that this is stopping him from falling quiet before: ]
Thanks.
[ Checking his privilege around him is a lot farther than anyone else similar to Percival's standing has gotten, so Mikazuki is fine to let it roll off his back. It's not anyone's problem but his own if he got annoyed by that line of thinking, so what was the use in it? He doesn't seem to mind one way or the other, gaze trained forward and movements fairly obedient as he lifts his arms to keep them out of the way. ]
No, I got them when I was little for work.
[ Then, since it's relevant, his chin tips up in thought. ]
It's how I pilot machines from home.
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When you were little, for work. [ He repeats thoughtfully. ] By choice?
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[ Were his shoulders and arms not occupied, it seems like he could shrug, though he doesn't. ]
It wasn't respectable work though.
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I fail to see what isn't respectable about any work that puts food on the table or helps you survive.
[ Now, he moves on to measure Mikazuki's height and pant seam length. It doesn't take very long, for obvious reasons, but he double checks anyway. ]
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[ Mikazuki takes a glance over his shoulder, calm and curious, but not all that impassive. While he's not the most emotive, he does look as though he's genuine enough about posing it as a question. He's learned a lot about what people think of choices since waking up here. ]
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He is no stranger to death and fighting, but it seems as though something about his choices disturbs Mikazuki himself. ]
Do you believe you made the right choice?
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[ Not minding which tense he uses, he looks over. ]
Are you done?
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[ Or in self-preservation, which Mikazuki seems to imply.
He looks back down at the pad, then to their surroundings. Even now, no one has come by to assist. ]
I am. It seems as though I'll have to do the legwork of finding appropriate pieces, as well. Stay here.
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I won't go anywhere.