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lucathiaTitle: so my captain shrank... now what? (4/9)
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,096
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their duties would include looking after their deaged captains. They've really been missing out.
Notes: Halfway there~
Moon
"What are you wearing?" Vice-Captain Moon could not help gasping upon seeing his young captain. He immediately covered his mouth to prevent any more rude words from escaping—to think he had dared to question his captain of all people about the clothes he wore!—but you really couldn't blame him for his reaction. After all, his captain was wearing a large shirt that was so long on him it might as well be a dress. In fact, it looked quite like a nightgown on him, and to add insult to injury, the nightgown was decorated with cupcakes. All in all, it was beyond atrocious, and Vice-Captain Moon could not let his captain wander around as a walking fashion disaster.
His captain looked up at him with a slight frown. "A shirt? It's my favorite."
Oh no. Oh no no no. From what he had heard, the captains' experiences as children stayed with them even when they returned to their original ages. If his captain were to grow fond of such atrocious clothing at this age—cupcakes, of all things!—it was not impossible that his captain would let such clothing creep into his adult wardrobe too, and that was just not acceptable. Not even his captain could pull off elegance in such clothing! He would totally lose in elegance to Knight-Captain Sun, and the sun knights would never let the moon knights hear the end of it!
Inwardly, Vice-Captain Moon was screaming. His captain just lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting for his response. Oh, that was such an elegant and beautiful look of disdain, but noooo, the cupcakes totally ruined the image!
"Please tell me you have other clothes you can wear," Vice-Captain Moon practically begged.
"We have a dressing room," his young captain replied and led him there without any prompting.
Oh, thank the God of Light!
(His captain was such a smart boy, Vice-Captain Moon couldn't help crooning.)
Vice-Captain Moon immediately felt much better once they were inside the dressing room. There were much more fashionable clothes inside, even ones that he thought must have been his captain's clothes from when he had been a kid. See, his captain had been a fashionable kid! This… this… atrocious nightgown that he currently wore was so not him. Whoever had dressed him in that needed to get their eyes checked.
Vice-Captain Moon picked up a set if clothes and held it out to his young captain. "What about this tunic?" It would be quite form-fitting on him and would make him look sharp.
His captain shook his head. (He shook his head! If Vice-Captain Moon weren't so caught up on solving the walking fashion disaster problem, it would've been a bigger deal to him that his captain had been able to shake his head. Had he ever seen his captain shake his head before? His displeasure had always been expressed through tsking or sharp glares instead of anything that involved shaking his head. It always made him look rather refined and quite lofty. This head shaking was so much more... plebeian.)
"It's so… boring," his captain said, gesturing at the tunic in its entirety, as if saying, "See? Look at how boring it is!" Vice-Captain Moon didn't see how it was boring at all even as he followed his captain's hand up and down to analyze the tunic, but if his captain didn't like it, then he didn't like it. His captain had sophisticated tastes after all.
Vice-Captain Moon didn't despair. There were still plenty of other clothes to choose from. The dressing room was well stocked with all sorts of clothes in different styles and sizes. He just gave a wide berth to the rack of large, weirdly patterned shirts much like the one his captain was currently wearing. He held up his second choice. "How about this jacket?"
"It's too hot for that," his captain shot him down. Vice-Captain Moon could only put the jacket back on the rack.
With each of his choices, his captain had a reason he didn't like them. Too tight. Too stiff. But most of all, too boring. He always returned to that reason. Despair creeping in as his captain shot down yet another suggestion, Vice-Captain Moon said something he shouldn't, immediately regretting it the moment the words were out of his mouth. "Then, what would you pick?"
That was basically free reign for a kid with "questionable" tastes (yes, even Vice-Captain Moon had begun wondering if his captain's tastes weren't more questionable than sophisticated—oh how blasphemous for him to even consider that) to go down the dark path of no return, leading straight to a fashion death. Vice-Captain Moon watched in dawning horror (he was too late to put a stop to it) as his young captain headed straight for that row of large, weirdly patterned shirts that Vice-Captain Moon had tried so hard to avoid.
Oh no. Oh no no no. His captain had picked the shirt himself? Even though Vice-Captain Moon wanted to deny that truth, the evidence was right before his eyes, as his captain was making a similarly bad fashion choice yet again. (Oh how terrible of him to think poorly of his captain's choices! He had even insinuated that his captain needed to get his eyes checked!)
His young captain picked up one of the shirts and spun around with a grin on his face. "Look! It has apples on it!" He gestured at it, making his vice-captain peer at it closely.
Indeed, there were apples on the long shirt. Vice-Captain Moon wanted to cry, but his captain was just so happy, the most excited he'd been since they had come to this dressing room. Vice-Captain Moon could not help feeling happy when his captain was happy, but why oh why did it have to be a patterned, gown-like shirt with apples on it? Perhaps it would have been fine for a child of some four to five years, but his captain was a teenager!
In the end, his young captain happily changed into the shirt with apples on it, and he even asked while holding his hands out to the sides, "Is this better?" Oh, he was so happy to show off the atrocious gown.
It was not better, not even a teeny tiny minuscule bit better, but Vice-Captain Moon could only say it was, while inwardly screaming his head off.
"Yes, it's better, Captain."
But really, as someone who had seen fit to gift Vice-Captain Hell a leotard, of all things, Vice-Captain Moon's own fashion sense was questionable at best.
to be continued
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,096
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their duties would include looking after their deaged captains. They've really been missing out.
Notes: Halfway there~
Part 4
Moon
"What are you wearing?" Vice-Captain Moon could not help gasping upon seeing his young captain. He immediately covered his mouth to prevent any more rude words from escaping—to think he had dared to question his captain of all people about the clothes he wore!—but you really couldn't blame him for his reaction. After all, his captain was wearing a large shirt that was so long on him it might as well be a dress. In fact, it looked quite like a nightgown on him, and to add insult to injury, the nightgown was decorated with cupcakes. All in all, it was beyond atrocious, and Vice-Captain Moon could not let his captain wander around as a walking fashion disaster.
His captain looked up at him with a slight frown. "A shirt? It's my favorite."
Oh no. Oh no no no. From what he had heard, the captains' experiences as children stayed with them even when they returned to their original ages. If his captain were to grow fond of such atrocious clothing at this age—cupcakes, of all things!—it was not impossible that his captain would let such clothing creep into his adult wardrobe too, and that was just not acceptable. Not even his captain could pull off elegance in such clothing! He would totally lose in elegance to Knight-Captain Sun, and the sun knights would never let the moon knights hear the end of it!
Inwardly, Vice-Captain Moon was screaming. His captain just lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting for his response. Oh, that was such an elegant and beautiful look of disdain, but noooo, the cupcakes totally ruined the image!
"Please tell me you have other clothes you can wear," Vice-Captain Moon practically begged.
"We have a dressing room," his young captain replied and led him there without any prompting.
Oh, thank the God of Light!
(His captain was such a smart boy, Vice-Captain Moon couldn't help crooning.)
Vice-Captain Moon immediately felt much better once they were inside the dressing room. There were much more fashionable clothes inside, even ones that he thought must have been his captain's clothes from when he had been a kid. See, his captain had been a fashionable kid! This… this… atrocious nightgown that he currently wore was so not him. Whoever had dressed him in that needed to get their eyes checked.
Vice-Captain Moon picked up a set if clothes and held it out to his young captain. "What about this tunic?" It would be quite form-fitting on him and would make him look sharp.
His captain shook his head. (He shook his head! If Vice-Captain Moon weren't so caught up on solving the walking fashion disaster problem, it would've been a bigger deal to him that his captain had been able to shake his head. Had he ever seen his captain shake his head before? His displeasure had always been expressed through tsking or sharp glares instead of anything that involved shaking his head. It always made him look rather refined and quite lofty. This head shaking was so much more... plebeian.)
"It's so… boring," his captain said, gesturing at the tunic in its entirety, as if saying, "See? Look at how boring it is!" Vice-Captain Moon didn't see how it was boring at all even as he followed his captain's hand up and down to analyze the tunic, but if his captain didn't like it, then he didn't like it. His captain had sophisticated tastes after all.
Vice-Captain Moon didn't despair. There were still plenty of other clothes to choose from. The dressing room was well stocked with all sorts of clothes in different styles and sizes. He just gave a wide berth to the rack of large, weirdly patterned shirts much like the one his captain was currently wearing. He held up his second choice. "How about this jacket?"
"It's too hot for that," his captain shot him down. Vice-Captain Moon could only put the jacket back on the rack.
With each of his choices, his captain had a reason he didn't like them. Too tight. Too stiff. But most of all, too boring. He always returned to that reason. Despair creeping in as his captain shot down yet another suggestion, Vice-Captain Moon said something he shouldn't, immediately regretting it the moment the words were out of his mouth. "Then, what would you pick?"
That was basically free reign for a kid with "questionable" tastes (yes, even Vice-Captain Moon had begun wondering if his captain's tastes weren't more questionable than sophisticated—oh how blasphemous for him to even consider that) to go down the dark path of no return, leading straight to a fashion death. Vice-Captain Moon watched in dawning horror (he was too late to put a stop to it) as his young captain headed straight for that row of large, weirdly patterned shirts that Vice-Captain Moon had tried so hard to avoid.
Oh no. Oh no no no. His captain had picked the shirt himself? Even though Vice-Captain Moon wanted to deny that truth, the evidence was right before his eyes, as his captain was making a similarly bad fashion choice yet again. (Oh how terrible of him to think poorly of his captain's choices! He had even insinuated that his captain needed to get his eyes checked!)
His young captain picked up one of the shirts and spun around with a grin on his face. "Look! It has apples on it!" He gestured at it, making his vice-captain peer at it closely.
Indeed, there were apples on the long shirt. Vice-Captain Moon wanted to cry, but his captain was just so happy, the most excited he'd been since they had come to this dressing room. Vice-Captain Moon could not help feeling happy when his captain was happy, but why oh why did it have to be a patterned, gown-like shirt with apples on it? Perhaps it would have been fine for a child of some four to five years, but his captain was a teenager!
In the end, his young captain happily changed into the shirt with apples on it, and he even asked while holding his hands out to the sides, "Is this better?" Oh, he was so happy to show off the atrocious gown.
It was not better, not even a teeny tiny minuscule bit better, but Vice-Captain Moon could only say it was, while inwardly screaming his head off.
"Yes, it's better, Captain."
But really, as someone who had seen fit to gift Vice-Captain Hell a leotard, of all things, Vice-Captain Moon's own fashion sense was questionable at best.
to be continued
