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Nimona was tapping away on their Nintendont swap when Ambrosius appeared in their doorway. They blinked slowly, expecting him to speak as they continued, focused on the task at hand.
He cleared his throat.
“I can see you Goldie, pretty hard to miss.” They said, distracted as they desperately fought against Princess Plum in Smash Siblings Ultimate. The man breathed out a chuckle before slowly stepping into their room and walking to the side of Nimona’s bed. They cheered when they finally beat the boss, and unlocked her as a character to play in the story mode. They finally actually looked up from the swap to see Ambrosius. The man had a weird, pensive look as he cleared his throat again. “So, I just wanted to ask just so you knew there was an option…” His voice trailed off as he averted his gaze.
Nimona raised a pink brow as they watched him, “Ooookay…?” They mumbled, watching Ambrosius let out a long sigh. “You know the charity gala that happens every year around this time?” He asked, looking back at them as they only raised their brow higher. “Yesss…?” They hummed, smirking a bit at how irritated Ambrosius looked.
They knew it wasn’t directed towards them, clearly it had to do with the gala.
“My parents wanted to extend an invitation to you… So, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go. I don’t expect you to, it’s boring as hell-” “I’m in.” “I understand- wait, what?” He asked incredulously, raising both of his dark brows as Nimona shrugged. “Sounds fun to fuck with old rich people. Especially your parents, they’re assholes.” They beaned up at him as they crossed their legs, “Oh, alright. Sounds good. I’ll let them know you’re coming.” He gave Nimona a slightly relieved smile, though they didn’t understand why on earth he’d be relieved.
They were absolutely going to start shit, even if Ambrosius tended to be on their side it could put him in between a rock and a hard place. “Oh, would you like to go shopping for an outfit, it’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He hummed as he stood and looked down at them. They stared at him for a moment, chewing on his words for a few seconds. “Sure, like to a tailor or something?” They asked, tilting their head as they set their hands between their crossed legs. “If you want! Ballister finally got an invite, so he wanted to go to one. No clue why, anyhow, if you want something specially made for you we can totally make that happen.” He grinned down at them as they slowly nodded, “Metal, just know I’m not gonna show up in anything frilly.” They snickered a bit as he nodded, “For sure, I couldn’t imagine you in a dress if I wanted. Though, I think a tux that isn’t too fancy, you’d absolutely rock.” He still beamed down at Nimona, who snickered at him a bit. “Whatever you say DAD.” They giggled a bit as he rolled his eyes fondly, “Okay okay, have fun CHILD.” He walked to the door before he shot them another fond smile, “Love you.” He hummed, stepping out into the hallway. “Love you too!” They called out after him, then picked their swap back up.
About a week later Nimona, Ambrosius, and Ballister were now standing in a VERY high end tailor shop. Ambrosius was CLEARLY having a grand old time while Nimona and Ballister were getting their measurements done. Nimona and their boss shot each other a few glances while the blonde was rattling off ideas for the both of them to wear. “I thought he hated tailors?” They whispered to Ballister, who sighed heavily. “Only for himself, he will absolutely play dress up with everyone else.” He mumbled as Nimona glared at him, “And you didn’t warn me?!” They whisper yelled at him, to which he rolled his eyes. “I figured you’d know what you were getting into. After all, the great Nimona doesn’t do things they regret.” He smirked down at them, earning a piercing glare from the shapeshifter as Ambrosius walked over.
“I promise this is the worst part, the actual trying on of the clothes is great.” The blonde grinned at Nimona as they raised a brow, “Uhuh.” They hummed, watching as Ballister sighed. “Riiight.” He grumbled, Ambrosius cocked a brow at him. “Your opinion doesn’t count, you use five in one shampoo.” He waved a hand, causing Ballister to squawk in indignation. “That’s not how that works!” He huffed while Nimona stared up at the black knight. “You… you use five in one?” They whispered, utterly horrified as Ballister looked down at them. “Oh not you too…” He groaned as Nimona raised their voice, “YOU ACTUALLY USE THAT SHIT?!” They screeched eyes wide with mortification as they leaned away from him as much as they could without getting a lecture from the woman taking their measurements. “It’s cheap…” He whispered, his voice barely loud enough for even Nimona to hear. “You’re pathetic dude.” They huffed, watching Ballister scowl at him. “At least I didn’t bathe via animal forms for a month!”
They gasp offendedly, nostrils flaring. “Excuse me?! Bathing as an animal is perfectly acceptable!” They yelled back, watching Ambrosius in their periphery roll his eyes. “Both of you are terrible.” He punched the bridge of his nose as the two continued to bicker about the other’s bathing habits.
Awhile later they all got to the part where they actually tried shit on. Ballister quickly had found a suit he wanted to try, but Nimona couldn’t really find much to their tastes. Ambrosius was right by their side as well, sorting through the suits as he grumbled about them not fitting their “Aesthetic” at all. When the man wasn’t looking they smiled a bit at his utter sincerity.
Ambrosius and Ballister deserved each other, old saps.
Anyhow, none of the tuxes had jumped out to them at all. The one they liked most was a maroon, but the texture felt weird so they refused to even try it on.
They let out a half hearted sigh, they couldn’t tell if they were pissed that there was nothing they liked, or relieved. “Oh, you might actually like this Nim.” Ambrosius gently plucked a tux off the rack. He held it up by the curl of the coat hanger, and Nimona blinked a few times at it.
Most of the suit was an incredibly dark pink. Like, a shade lower and it’d just be black. The cuffs, buttons, edges of the suit were neon pink. They stared briefly, slowly taking the coat hanger in their hands. Suddenly an odd feeling crawled up their spine, doubt. Narrowing their eyes slightly, they heard Ambrosius let out a soft sigh. “That’s alright, there’ll be something else-” “Do you think I’d actually look good in this?” They asked, slowly trailing their eyes up to the other’s. Dark eyes stared back, searching, before he spoke up. “Nimona,” he slowly got on a knee as he crouched down, “Of course you will.” He offered a soft smile, “You can make anything you want look metal, because you’re the one wearing it.” He whispered, grinning up at Nimona who just stared at him. “I know that, because you’re Nimona. You do whatever you want, and you look awesome the entire time.”
Satisfied, Nimona nodded before glancing at the suit again. “So, do you want to wear it?” He asked softly, to which they nodded. “Yeah, alright I’ll try it on.” They mumbled, offering the blonde a grin before dashing to a changing room. They closed and locked the door before getting changed.
Old sap.
When they emerged from the room they could hear Ambrosius fawning over Ballister. They rolled their eyes a bit as they slowly walked back into the main room. A flush appeared on their cheeks that they tried to will away, “So?” They asked, crossing their arms as they pretended to study the floor. The couple went silent for a second, presumably to look them over before Ambrosius spoke up first. “You look amazing, Nimona.” He hummed, walking to them before setting a hand on their shoulder. “It suits you.” He grinned before looking back at Ballister. Nimona’s eyes finally lifted from the ground to look at their boss, “You look metal.” He hummed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as he stepped to them. They blinked up at him a few times as they smiled, “Thanks, boss.” They mumbled, rubbing the back of their neck. “I actually like it too.” They mumbled, looking down at themself. “I’m glad.” Ballister hummed, then looked at Ambrosius. The blonde smiled at him before looking at the tailor, “Alright, we’ll take fitted versions of these.” He said, and for whatever reason Ballister groaned. “I can just wear-“ Ambrosius hushed him before walking to the tailor to discuss pricing, probably. Nimona actually had no fucking clue how this shit worked.
They glanced down at themself again, smiling a bit as they crossed their arms.
This definitely wouldn’t be a regular thing… but they did look pretty fucking metal.