[Video - locked from Belphe]

[yoctogram]

[After the somewhat disastrous attempt at talking Belphe into clothing that wouldn't reflect ill on his ability to get people dressed well they'd settled into something of a cold-war regarding it. She'd wear what he brought home every now and then, he kept trying to get her to throw out the ugly shit because somewhere in his brain he'd decided it had bad stats.]

[Her refusal to stop wearing it, though, was making the already unbalanced teen even more unbalanced. Which was part of why he was pacing around the entire room even while the PokeGear was on, talking at it without sitting down and therefore poking in and out of the screen.]

How do you get someone to pay better attention to her clothing?

[It's a grumpy question and then he pops into full view for a moment, holding up one of Belphe's perfectly practical and utterly fashion-less shirts up.]

No style here, right? It's utterly without affine transformations or excellence! So zetta useless.

[He tosses it over his shoulder and starts pacing again even as an Eevee pokes up to stare into the PokeGear.]

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[queenbeeyotch]

[Crossing one leg over the other, she watched him work with a raised eyebrow, occasionally switching her crossed legs out of habit. She wasn't a very patient girl, but for the sake of showing her stuff she could wait. Thankfully, it hadn't been too long since he started drawing, and he finished up just as she was about to speak up.]

An impressive drawing, although I wouldn't recommend keeping me waiting again, darling. Now...

[Her purple eyes scanned over the drawing, as she wondered what to do with this.]

Well, she's not hopeless. There's a bit of fashion hidden there. It's raw, sure, but I should be able to whip up something.

[yoctogram]

[Her attempted show of superiority sailed right past Sho. His ego was the stuff of legends, someone else trying to one-up him? It didn't even register; he knew he was the best.]

That's a uniform.

[He said it with a sigh.]

No personal style at all. Had to argue her into wearing trousers.

[queenbeeyotch]

That's a uniform...?

[What in the fuck...]

You know what? I don't care. What does she wear on a normal basis. And don't draw it this time, just tell me.

[yoctogram]

[He gave her an expression at her exclamation that said I know, right?]

Bland. Function, no fashion. Shirts and trousers, boring colours, boring cuts, no frills or fancy shit.

[queenbeeyotch]

[Again, she doesn't want to know. Some things are better left alone.]

Well, I suppose I could work on something. Give me a few days, and I should have some outfit ideas lined up for her.

[yoctogram]

Finding awesome clothing isn't the problem. It's getting her to wear it.

[queenbeeyotch]

Oh trust me, if she'll wear that "uniform" she'll wear what I have in mind.

[yoctogram]

N factorial.

[it's tentative approval. Sho style.]

[queenbeeyotch]

[Shame she doesn't know that, otherwise she wouldn't be blinking stupidly and looking at him like he's got eight heads.]

...right. I'll get to work then. Ciao, darling.

[And click goes the feed.]