FFXIVwrite2023 12.Dowdy
Characters: Tataru Taru, Estinien Wyrmblood, Violet Fisher, Sewingway
Expansion: Endwalker
Rating: T
Notes: This fit well with an ask @karoiseka gave me! And @matrixdragon, @reassambled-dragoon, and @scrollsfromarebornrealm for outfit suggestions!
"Wicked Wenches. Both of you! Stealing a man's clothes while he's in the bath."
Tataru laughed, hands over her face while peaking through her fingers as Estinien stood cupping his naked form, glowering at her and Violet as water slid down his muscular form. The latter tossed her hair and handed the man a sealed package of smalls.
"This is an intervention long coming Dragoon. Everyone has managed to figure out how to dress themselves these past few years aside from you," Violet huffed, arms crossing.
The Dragoon grunted then tore open the package with his teeth as Tataru let out gasp as the man's hand moved and a nutkin jumped by and hurried into a corner.
"Goodness! Thancred must be back from wherever he's been," the Lalafell mused, looking back to Estinien as he tucked himself into his underbreeches properly.
"I think I look quite regal in my armor. I've certainly not heard complaints from those I've fought alongside in battle."
"Yes, but when you're not playing soldier you're with us and look like you just wandered out of a damn swamp."
"It is unfortunately true. Unless you've got your paramour around to dress you, your fashion sense is left to be desired," Tataru added delicately.
"A man of weaker esteem might take offense."
"Well it's good for us then that you've got thick skin. Now put this on," Violet ordered.
Estinien grumbled then did as he was instructed, fastening a crisp white shirt over himself before slipping into a pressed jacket. He turned as he moved to put his pants on as some modesty washer over him. Once buttoned, he turned and shrugged at the women who started to circle around him.
"Really Tataru, when is he going to need a suit?"
"A gentleman should always have a nice suit at the ready. Should Lord Borel call upon him for a gala, his rags certainly wouldn't do."
"If the Lord Commander wanted me present I'd be in my armor and he'd never bother himself with worrying about my attire otherwise."
Violet erupted into laughter while Tataru shook her head.
"Who do you think provided Elezen sized clothing and your measurements? This effort is far from our personal preferences alone. Did you think your wardrobe was going to come solely out of my own gil," Tataru asked before turning her head to call out, "Sewingway! Bring in the rest!"
"By the Fury…" Estinien breathed out as a Lopporit wheeled in a rack of new clothing.
"Alright. Let's see who else has a request…," Violet hummed, flipping through the curated outfits while Tataru held out her arms, gesturing for him to return the suit.
"Get on with it then," the dragoon grumbled, “And the hells I’m trying on all of those!”
“Nonsense. Just stand there and look pretty and we’ll take care of the rest. Sewingway, the champagne,” Tataru called, the Lopporit bringing in a tray for them.
“Bubbly at the ready miss! As well as the bombs!”
“Bombs? Why could you possibly need bombs,” Estinien inquired, watching the women pull up chairs as their helper filled their glasses.
“Oh relax. They’re just modified glamour prisms. Here, this is Lucia’s contribution,” Violet said, taking her seat and crossing her legs before grabbing a small atheric pyramid and giving it a chuck at the half-naked Dragoon.
Estinien shielded himself from the coming explosion, instead feeling a pulse of aether wash over him. Opening his eyes, he found himself unharmed and in a simple blue tunic and tights. He furrowed his brow, “While the shirt is nice, I am hardly one to flaunt my lower half like a stage player.”
“Top good, bottom bad. Got it. Next,” Tataru called out, letting Violet toss the next prism.
“Something from our dear Varshahn,” Violet announced, crossing her arms as she gave the man a once over.
Estinien turned a bit, looking down his body at the knit wool Thavnairian sweater and a loose pair of slops. “This is fine” he hummed before crossing his arms, “Can I go?”
“We’re just getting started. Here’s one from Alphy,” Violet said, chucking another prism at his head.
The Dragoon grunted as he found himself transformed again, in familiar garb: his old blue dress shirt with white slacks. “Well, at least the young Lord is ever practical.”
“Indeed he is. How nice,” Tataru sighed, remembering days gone.
“Practical and boring. Perhaps something from the First,” Viole mused, digging through the prisms.
“You roped poor Ryne into your scheme too, did you,” Estinien asked before finding himself once more rushed with aether, “WHAT THE HELLS IS THIS!?”
Violet nearly fell out of her chair as the Elezen nearly toppled over in a pair of heeled boots and leggings that left little to anyone’s imagination. Atop a short dress of sorts that let his pecks peep through a little window. Tatru giggled, shaking her head while waving her hands out in front of herself while Sewingway titled their head.
“A gift from Feo Ul it seems,” Violet laughed.
“Fisher, undo this at once or I’ll-” the Dragoon started, stomping forward in his heels.
A crack sounded out, the shoe breaking under his heavy footing causing him to fall ungracefully forward onto the tile before the two. The girls continued to chortle together while Sewingway moved to help the Dragoon get back upright and into another prism so that he could abscond out the nearest window.
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