Dressing Up - Robbie Tags Levi/Evan

[Robbie Wilkes]

[OOC: This is a continuation of A Kidnapping.]

He maneuvered all three of them up to his dorm where Jared was nowhere to be found. "Jared! I've got guests!" He went to his room and took out a few clean shirts and jeans that he had that were sort of presentable and formal before going out again and giving the two boys sheepish grins.

"Uh...sit down, make yourselves comfortable and there's some fruit punch in the fridge if you like. Help yourselves!" He waved his hand in the general direction of the tiny kitchen area with the small one-door fridge before disappearing into his room once more. Scratching his head, he rifled through his modest cupboard for pressed button down shirts and found some feasible ones he thought would look good on Evan. He even found a few that might fit Levi.

Satisfied with his choices, he trotted out of the room with the hangers of clothes and laid them on the back of the couch. "Okay, these are for Evan to try on." He pointed to the pile with a plain tight-fitting dark blue button down cotton shirt, a light grey button down shirt and a lighter blue form-fitting shirt. "And these are for Levi to try on." Robbie smiled before pointing to the pile with a light grey v-neck sweater shirt thing, a darker grey button down shirt from when he first came to Hammel and a black long sleeve polo shirt he'd had for awhile.

"So the toilet's over there or if you wanna use the two empty rooms, you're welcome to." He pointed in the directions to the rooms, looking at them expectantly.

[Evan Brackett]

Although the escort was unnecessary for Evan to get to Robbie’s dorm, he let the other boy push him along. He may have agreed to accompany his friend to the dance, but it was still with reluctance.

Instead of sitting down as he was directed, the phaser meandered into the kitchen, grabbed a cup from the cabinet, and filled it with water from the tap. “Do you want anything?” Evan asked the remaining boy. He was comfortable with raiding his friend’s kitchen, but since it was a strange setting for Levi, Van assumed that he didn’t share such comfort.

Making his way back into the living room area (handing Levi his request, if such were the case), the brunette settled into a chair. “I’m sorry about dragging you into this,” he apologized between sips of water. He did feel a pretty guilty about the whole thing, but hadn’t actually expected his roommate to agree to it. “Anyway. I’m glad that if I had to go with anyone, it’s was you...and, yah know. Robbie too.” But in his mind, Levi was the only one that mattered.

Evan set his drink down on the coffee table when the blond boy emerged again. “Yeah, all right,” he said, sighing as he pulled himself up and sauntered over to the couch. He ignored the offer of a changing room, pulled off his t-shirt, and threw it at Robbie’s face. It wasn’t like changing a shirt was a big deal. Plus, you know, he could totally show off his upper body to a certain someone in the process. Van grabbed the shirt on top of the pile--which happened to be the dark blue one--shrugged it on, and buttoned it up. After fiddling with the collar and sleeves, he slid his hands into his pockets and asked, “So what do you think about this one?”

[Levi Xu]

Levi hadn't bothered exploring the school much in the time since he'd been there. Wandering without Buccaneer next to him just didn't have the appeal. So he hadn't been to the other rooms of the dorm, and was idly curious about what they looked like.

Unsurprisingly, it was pretty much identical to his dorm, except without the little cameras that he assumed Mia assumed he wouldn't see. He was getting nervous again, because while he'd done an okay job of not really drawing attention so far, this was a dance. There were going to be so many people there, and what if someone was a telepath and could see into his mind? He had okay mental shields--one thing Mr. Underwood had complimented him on--but there were going to be some powerful people there.

Also, right, Evan was talking to him. "Oh, uh, whatever you're having," Levi blushed a little as he realized he'd zoned out from the conversation completely. "Thanks. And I'd rather go with you than anyone else." That was the truth. He had three friends here, and out of all of them, Evan was the most low-key. If he had to go to this dance at all, he'd have the most fun with the guy who wouldn't be drawing a ton of attention.

Levi looked over the shirts Robbie provided, then went for the dark gray one. He couldn't just wear the sweater, and he'd been under the impression that this was supposed to be a pretty formal event, and he wasn't supposed to wear a polo. Since Evan had just changed his shirt there, Levi did so as well--it did not escape his notice that yeah, Spider-Man had muscles--but the older boy fit better into the borrowed clothes. "That looks good on you."

After a moment of deliberation, Levi pulled on the sweater too, then pushed up the sleeves and carefully cuffed the sleeves of the other shirt. At leas then it looked like he'd done it on purpose, and not because the sleeves were just too long. "Is this okay?" Though he felt a little silly doing it himself, he knew it always looked right when Mr. Underwood had done it.

[Robbie Wilkes]

Robbie let the shirt drop into his hand before laughing at how annoyed Evan looked because Robbie was clearly not going to be satisfied until they were all at the dance. And even though Robbie knew they would probably just end up clinging to each other at the dance, the weather manipulator was just glad Evan's nose was out of a book and he was befriending a very, very reluctant newbie. Win, win! He thought to himself.

As Evan started buttoning up the shirt he chose, Robbie grinned at how well the shirt fitted him. "Hey, that really does look good on you." Robbie complimented the phaser as he sat on the coffee table while the boys changed. Once Levi stepped into two of the choices and rolled up the sleeves, Robbie gave an appreciative nod. His clothes looked good on other people rather than on him, that was a little unfair.

He smiled and stood up from the table to give them an indiscreet once over. "Man. You two look awesome."

[Evan Brackett]

((Sorry for the crappy, late reply. I’m kinda in a funk.))

Evan smiled and blushed when both boys told him he looked good. “Thanks,” he muttered, but his smile only lasted long enough for him to remember that he was still mad at Robbie. “I guess I’ll just stick with this then.” It was tighter than the kind of shirt he would normally wear, but he really wasn’t in the mood to try on the other two options to see which one he preferred.

He grinned when Levi pulled on the sweater and cuffed the sleeves of his shirt, amused that something he said offhandedly earlier was actually being put to good use. “Yeah, I like it. Except...” Evan adjusted the collar of the gray shirt so that it was resting on top of the sweater and then stepped back to examine the younger boy. “There. You look great,” he declared with a smirk.

“Okay, that part’s done.” Turning back to Robbie, he asked, “So are we going to just waltz in wearing jeans, or do you have slacks for us too?” Considering the fact that he didn't want to go in the first place, Van didn’t have a problem with doing that, but then they wouldn’t even be semi-formal let alone formal.

[Levi Xu]

Evan blushed--aww, he'd embarrassed Spider-Man--and Levi just grinned at him, because his friend did look good. Though he was set on going to the dance now, even if it meant both of the older boys ended up dancing with girls all night. (He still didn't know much about Robbie, but girls liked funny guys, right?) They all looked good, and it wouldn't surprise him to find out that his friends were popular, even if Evan did spend a lot of his time in the dorm, reading.

He let Evan fix his collar, fidgeting slightly as he did so. But he smirked back, "Yeah, I probably look like I belong at that fancy private school you said you went to."

Levi looked down at his jeans and shrugged. Yeah, he would need to wear sweatpants or something to be any less formal. But there was no way he was going to fit into any pants Robbie could provide, so he piped up, "I've got black jeans. They're pretty new, and they'll actually fit." They were also the result of running errands with Fifi, and were sequentially skinny jeans, and a lot tighter than anything he would have picked out for himself. "I can go put those on."

[Robbie Wilkes]

The exchange between the two boys was just now being noticed by Robbie and he had to say, if he had seen it earlier, he would have probably left the room while the clothes changing was going on. But as it were, he wasn't even quite sure if it was anything to comment on so he actually kept quiet about it.

"Oh!" Robbie turned to Jared's room and wondered if the younger boy was around so he just barged in there and rummaged through the boy's closet. The younger boy had given prior permission to raid his closet when he had first moved into the dorm and Robbie always took advantage of it.

Once he found a pair of slacks, Robbie joined the two boys again to set the pants in Levi's hand before disappearing into his room to find a pair for Evan. It would probably be a tad short since Evan was a little taller than Robbie but it could be just fitting if Evan pulled it down a bit. He rejoined the boys and let Evan take the pants from him.

"Jared's your size, Levi. Just so you know." Robbie clarified so the boys didn't have to go back to their dorms. "And the pants can be uncuffed, Evan. You're like...really tall and that is the longest pants I have." He grinned sheepishly.

[OOC: Sorry for the late and stupid reply but I think this can be the last of a reply from Robbie. Either of you can wrap up and move to the dance entrance Or I could do that with Robbie? Either way, thank you for indulging my fangirliness ^^]

[Evan Brackett]

“Hey,” Evan retorted with a halfhearted smile, “I never said it was fancy.” At least he didn’t think he said something like that. His face scrunched up as he tried to remember exactly what he had told the other boy back when they first met so many months ago, but he honestly couldn’t recall. He decided to shrug it off instead.

When Robbie handed him a pair of pants that looked like they were a tad too small, he sighed and draped them over his shoulder. “Gee, thanks,” he muttered before wandering into the bathroom. Even before he uncuffed them, it was clear that they weren’t going to fit quite right. He pulled the waist down as low as he could while still being comfortable with wearing them, but the pants legs barely covered his ankles. As he looked in the mirror and saw how tight the shirt he was wearing was, he began to pull at the fabric. I look like an idiot, he thought as he continued to fiddle with the outfit.

Eventually, the tall boy gave up on fighting with his clothes and moved back into the common room. “All right, I guess I’m good to go,” he told Robbie. “I just need to grab a coat or something. It’s kinda cold.”