daisy023 | REPORT 020 :: PRINCESS // VIDEO

[Her hands attempt to pull off the damned thing, with some strange opposition.]

Lift your arms. Most of the pressure must be around your forearms.

[Obediently doing so, Robert lifts his gloved arms with the delicate flair that only a princess (awkward and jerky as he is) can possess.]

... Does this help?

Yeah. Let me try.

[She does notice the change in movements. But, perhaps getting rid of the dress could help. She attempts to rise it, trying to remove the dress by lightening the pressure off Robert's forearms.]

[Because the dress is so complex, and there's so much of it, it doesn't exactly come off easily. In fact, several layers of billowy crinoline are getting crushed by the effort, and Robert looks downright uncomfortable as Daisy goes to lift it off.

... If, indeed, she does manage to, however, it will stay off (leaving him in frilly white slips and the obvious inclusion of silk stockings and other trappings...) for all of a few seconds... and then materialize right back on like nothing happened.]

[Daisy is still strong. But needless to say, the dress does oppose even the Spartan. She attempts to ease the tension of some of the parts, dealing with the clothing layer by layer.

She succeeds. She smiles to herself, turns to get her uniform.

And the dress is back on when she turns back.]

Oh, come on!

[She yells at the Malnosso in particular.]

I apologize, Daisy, but I simply fear it is... n-not going to be cooperative.

[... Of course, it's hardly anybody's fault. But he seems a little helpless anyway.]

...

Wh-what shall you do?

Get that dress off.

[Stubborn.]

Last time I went nuts I needed to fulfill a tale in question. What do you want right now?

... Other than a dashing prince? And some charming little adorable animals to help me clean my home again later? ... Not particularly much.

...

[Robert is just as clueless about what this means, honestly.]

Perhaps I am s-supposed to help you...?

[She looks at herself. Daisy weights almost three times more than many of the residents here, so Robert carrying the seven feet tall princess is out of the question.]

I'm not a prince... so it could be that. [She grabs Robert's hand. Strange how instinctive the gesture is, either because she is a princess right now, or because she trusts Robert that much.] Let's try the last one.

[And Robert lets her take his hand, almost shyly. This is a pretty significant gesture of trust for him too...]

But... how shall I assist you, Lady - ... Ms. Daisy?

Escort me out, my princess. [She raises herself a little.] We'll escape from this tower.

[And if that fails, she'll have to think of something else. She remembers far too many tales ending in kisses.]

Ah - I will gladly do so, my lady~... [At this, Robert practically skips out of the room, leading Daisy down the hall.

... Yes, he's thinking that too. Awkward. And she wouldn't even have been the first princess he's kissed this event!]

[Daisy attempts to be more resillient to the effects of the shift. And yet, she's trailing close to him. Half a mind continued to hope her second kiss won't be another result of a shift.

When they finally exit, Daisy looks down to Robert, curious. Princess Daisy doesn't feel much saner than usual, but maybe it had success on him...]

[... He's still not looking the most normal, though getting out of the room seems to have helped. Regardless, there's still an uncomfortable silence about him as he struggles not to twirl in place.]

...

I could... just go home...

[That pause is for Daisy to analyze him. While she doesn't believe she is in a tower anymore, the dress still seems to be part of her wardrobe, and Robert seems to remain on his role. Albeit with more clarity.]

I feel normal. [Relatively.] Maybe it's solved... Or not. Maybe Don could help.

... It, er, d-depends on circumstances.

... Though he has been caught up too... Mostly as this very subservient role. [Er, very subservient.]

I would not want to trouble you, though... [Even though he's clearly still affected.]

It's not necessarily a solid role. If we are all princesses... he can still help.

[And she hopes she is correct.]

[Awkwardly:] Or... or m-maybe you could help.

[... It... really wouldn't be the first time. It also wouldn't be the first time that it succeeded.]

...

... It... w-would be... uncomfortable, though.

[Processing...

...

Done.]

I've gone on far worse, Doctor.

[Stated calmly, unbothered by the idea.

She kneels, trying to even the height between the two of them, and her face locks on Robert's -- more curious about what he was feeling.

From her side of things, she feels curiosity.]

[Robert's face is... admittedly slightly flushed, with some awkward mixture of shame, trepidation, mild curiosity and princess-y flusteredness crossed with some unsettling yearning somewhere.

... He's not sure how he's going to explain this to Don, though Don took the whole Ingrid thing pretty well. And this'd be under the effects of an experiment.

... Maybe he won't mind?]

... I-I... [Thickly:] ... I am h-hardly the sort of p-princess - ... person to... well... [He trails off, before almost apologetically adding:] ... Usually I would be more professional.

... But such are... e-experiments. They seem determined to... bend us to these contrivances...

Story of my life in here, sir.

[Professionalism seems like an imaginary concept sometimes.]

If there's no choice, he will understand. But it's your choice, Robert.

[Her head does not move, and her blue eyes do not close. Almost like preparation for a battle she sees coming.]

[In a way, it's an apt analogy. This is something of an internal battle, at least for Robert.

Eventually, he nods a little; tight and anxious, with the flush deepening a little on his cheeks, crawling across the bridge of his nose.]

... I... I s-suppose... it would be better to at least... attempt...

[Cue the most jerky attempt to lean in ever - not helped by their differing heights, and Robert's slightly-trembling knees, and the general awkwardness he has about this.

... And yet, he is curious. True love's kiss or not, it might help. Princesses are supposed to get kisses when they're rescued. And he did rescue Daisy. Sort of.

Yeah, he'll just... try to justify this to himself.]

[Daisy's thoughts are clearer on the matter, but there is emotion. She knows this may be necessary, and had managed to hide what she may be feeling.

The truth is, she remembers Valvalis, and the taste of kisses.

She cannot blame Robert. During her first kiss, Daisy froze: She did not even fight or move, and barely even spoke to ask what was happening. She remembers she did not know what to do.

At least having a purpose is helping her in this case, but it isn't helping Robert.

She tries something. Daisy sets her hands over Robert's cheeks, and pauses for a moment to let him look at her. To see if the gesture could calm him down -- Hold him. Valvalis had that power over her. It was what she believed could work...

...

Daisy pauses a well, before she ventures her lips forward.]

[This isn't his first kiss. It's not even his first kiss with a woman. But it is his first kiss with Daisy, and... well. He didn't think this would ever happen...

... His heart is hammering as Daisy's hands cup his cheeks, and his mouth is dry, and his eyes are wide - but he presses his lips to hers anyway, soft and yielding against the much stronger woman.

...

After a moment, one of his gloved hands goes up to touch her shoulder too - hesitant, like he shouldn't, but he's doing it anyway.

Somewhere in the middle of the too-long kiss - warmer than Helios, soft; and somewhere before Helios he'd nearly forgotten what it was like to kiss lips and not a beak - Robert feels himself shift and then eventually he's standing there in his normal lab coat as if nothing strange had happened at all.

Except for the fact he's kissing his friend.]

[Her senses note when something is different in the environment. Once Daisy realizes it is done... she gives Robert some time. She slowly closes her lips, and very slowly does she move back from him. She does not remove the hand over shoulder.

While Daisy gets her jumpsuit back in exchange of her dress and a kiss, her hair remains at hip length.

When she looks at herself, she brushes her fingers along with her lengthened hair. It feels heavy.]

Well, the hard part is over.

REPORT 020 :: PRINCESS // VIDEO

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[Action] I have no idea if you want this to happen or not...

[Action] Sorry! I thought about being merciful to Robert for once, but I don't know about you...?

[Action] It's more if you're okay with it or not |D

[Action] I'm okay with it. ^^

[Action] Awesome! Hopefully you're also okay with me breaking my HTML. D8

[Action] Are you kidding me? I got Daisy a paid because of that.

[Action] That's basically the same reason I had. :|;

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