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“Yuanwu!” The Rover exclaims. “I’ve got something for you~!”
“Oh?” Yuanwu questions. “What is it?”
The Rover pulls out a relatively small black box, tied with a white ribbon. “Open it, I want to see your reaction!”
Yuanwu takes the box, then takes off his glasses and cleans them on his sleeve. He unties the ribbon, before opening the box and taking out the contents. Pulling out a frilly, black-and-white maid dress, he quirks an eye at the Rover.
Yuanwu looks at the Rover, a quizzical expression on his face. “Where did you get this?”
The Rover chuckles. “Don’t worry about it.”
Yuanwu raises an eyebrow. “And why would you think I would want to wear this?”
“Because it’s pretty,” the Rover replies, grinning widely.
Yuanwu scoffs, but he can’t help but smile a little. He holds the dress up, examining it closely. “I suppose it could be amusing for a change.”
As Yuanwu starts to change into the dress, the Rover watches with interest. He can’t help but feel a strange sense of excitement at seeing him in such an unexpected outfit. Yuanwu slips the dress over his clothing, adjusting the frills around his waist and neck. When he’s done, he turns to face the Rover, who is speechless at the sight before him.
The maid's dress is a crisp, pristine white, adorned with intricate lace detailing along the sleeves and collar. The skirt is full and gathered, falling just above his ankles. A small apron, neatly tied around his waist, completes the look.
“Well?” Yuanwu prompts, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you think?”
The Rover finally finds his voice. “You look… amazing,” he says honestly. “I never thought I’d see the day when you’d actually wear a dress.”
Yuanwu laughs softly, twirling around to show off the full effect of the dress. “It is quite flattering,” he admits.
As Yuanwu continues to twirl around, The Rover can’t help but feel a strange sense of admiration for him. He’s always seen Yuanwu as a strong and confident man, but this unexpected display of vulnerability is surprisingly endearing.
“I mean,” the Rover says, taking another step closer, “you look… beautiful.”
Yuanwu flushes slightly at the compliment. “I’m too old to be called beautiful,” he says with a light chuckle. “And you’re far too young to be flirting with me.”
The Rover shrugs. “Just telling the truth,” he says.
“Well,” Yuanwu says finally, breaking the silence that has fallen between them, “I suppose we should get going before someone walks in on us.”
He pulls off the frilly maid dress, and adjusts the wrinkles in his outfit. “That was fun, mind if I keep the dress?”
The Rover grins mischievously. "Of course you can keep it. Who knows, maybe you'll want to wear it again sometime."
Yuanwu chuckles, folding the dress neatly and placing it back in the black box.