Jiwoo/Heejung;

[torpe]

Stupid cats! [Jiwoo was spitting mad, his voice cracking with the force of his indignation. The skirt and blouse fit almost too well on his body, and the stockings had somehow managed to stay up during his stomp back to Heejung's room. If he wasn't so angry, he might have taken a moment to be a little impressed by that.

He wasn't sure what the cats' obsession was with forcing him into embarrassing situations and clothing, but he'd rather it stop than find out. His grumbling and exclamations of anger didn't stop until he'd practically jumped into Heejung's room, the girl in question close behind. She had managed to save him from them again, but he wished she hadn't followed him]

Wh-what are you still doing!? Get out!

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[torpe]

Eep! [He makes a strangled noise and hurriedly ducks down to pull himself out of the blouse. He steps away after that, nearly stumbling, and crosses his arms over his chest. He's bare from the chest up now, only the skirt and stockings remaining.

Moving away didn't violate the rules of not moving, right? It was for a good reason!]

You're the one ho insisted on undressing me! Who's the one making it awkward!? You groped me on top of it, and made me-- [His anger almost got the best of him there but he quickly shuts his mouth, nearly biting his tongue and huffs]

How am I supposed to help something like that!? Just keep going! You wanted this!

[babjuin]

[Heejung burst out laughing at the unsightly sound, following after Jiwoo without giving it much thought - had she really formed a habit of it, already?] Get back here! We still have the skirt to take care of!

[Rolling up the shirt and exchanging it between her two hands, she gave Jiwoo a concerned, but perplexed look.] The two cats managed to get you out of your regular clothes, this shouldn't be so much of a problem for you.

[She set the shirt aside, once again moving to back him up against the next closest object she could (which appeared to be the desk at this point) and force it off of him.] Stop struggling, or you'll end up ribbing the skirt!

[torpe]

[He backs up as planned, hips bumping against the desk and drawing a quiet hiss of surprise from him.] This is different! This is you!

[His breath has quickened again, his hands gripping the skirt like it's a security blanket] I'm not going to rip it! Look, I stopped moving, so...!

[babjuin]

Ah, I see...[She was patronizing in her response, pretending to understand when in fact Jiwoo's reaction made next to no sense. She was aiming to have her faux acceptance of his behavior would put him more at ease, if only to reclaim what was left of her wardrobe still left on his person.

Her smile broadened victoriously when he hit another dead-end, her hands snapping out to snatch his by the wrists.] Stop...resisting me..!

[torpe]

[He's too busy trying to figure out something to say to notice that she's going for his wrists. The second her fingers close around them though, his back goes straight as a rod and he freezes.]

Wh-what are you--!? You didn't have to go that far! [Honestly if he could just calm his body down this wouldn't be nearly as tedious a job as it is, but his mind seems determined to run off into a perverse fantasy land every time Heejung does something. There's something about her having all this control over him, the feeling of being helpless to someone else, that makes his knees weak]

[babjuin]

[Although his body was rigid, he wasn't putting up as much of a fight as she'd expected. With a little careful maneuvering, she is able to pull his hands off the skirt and raise his wrists above her head.] There!

[She's locked eyes with him now, an almost sinister grin crossing her face as she leans in tauntingly, menacingly. It was hard to deny the sadistic streak that Jiwoo's violent resistance fueled in her, but there had to be a limit to his protests, and she was determined to find out how far it took to reach it.] You can't run away now, Jiwoo...

[Though of course it would require releasing his wrists to finally get the skirt off, but she'd figure that out once the opportunity presented itself.]