[In an effort to drum up more customers, the cafe that Sandalphon works at has been cycling monthly themes. For ones with holidays in them, the theme is obvious; for months with no real celebrations, it's been largely up to the votes of the customers that has swayed what the theme of the cafe has been. One month it was the color yellow, another month it was ice, and every time, the uniform Sandalphon wears has been changed accordingly.
This time, however, the option with the most support is maids.
Needless to say, he's less than enthusiastic about this. But his job is in jeopardy if he doesn't cooperate, and the first order of business is to make sure it fits. Creating uniforms every month means that of course they've gotten good at sizing their employees, but the maid outfit isn't built quite like any of the other uniforms he's had to wear. There's a skirt, for starters, and his particular uniform is backless.
How is he supposed to know what a good fit feels like, though? He's never worn a dress before. Though he does know someone who would know...and so, reluctantly, he finds himself clutching his uniform in a paper bag, asking Izumi for a favor.]
...You're a model, so...you would know if something fit me if I wore it, right? You'd be able to tell if something wasn't in the right place?
[He's being very intentionally vague because he doesn't even want to talk about it, but in his haste he's left a small bit of lace and frills visible from Izumi's standpoint.]
the supreme primaid
This time, however, the option with the most support is maids.
Needless to say, he's less than enthusiastic about this. But his job is in jeopardy if he doesn't cooperate, and the first order of business is to make sure it fits. Creating uniforms every month means that of course they've gotten good at sizing their employees, but the maid outfit isn't built quite like any of the other uniforms he's had to wear. There's a skirt, for starters, and his particular uniform is backless.
How is he supposed to know what a good fit feels like, though? He's never worn a dress before. Though he does know someone who would know...and so, reluctantly, he finds himself clutching his uniform in a paper bag, asking Izumi for a favor.]
...You're a model, so...you would know if something fit me if I wore it, right? You'd be able to tell if something wasn't in the right place?
[He's being very intentionally vague because he doesn't even want to talk about it, but in his haste he's left a small bit of lace and frills visible from Izumi's standpoint.]