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[Mar. 30th, 2013|10:50 pm]
this is what happens when suzanami fics.



Title: Untitled
Rating: PG, light suggestion
Wordcount: 410
Characters: Umi, Clef
NOTES!: Milieva requested me to write her a thing in my boredom. I wrote some Umi/Clef summer dress shenanigans. (this is the dress in question) Wrote this real fast, barely read back over it! It's my first time writing them, shhh, be gentle.

It was the first time the Knights visited Cephiro when it was summer at home.  July was in full swing, hot and humid. Fuu wondered if they'd be chilled in Cephiro in their summer dresses, but Hikaru reassured her that Caldina wore much less than this and always seemed pretty comfortable.

Cephiro was indeed cooler than Tokyo, but the sun was still warm on Umi's arms and legs. Her deep cerulean dress had a few thin, billowing layers that danced around her waist in the breeze. It was such a relaxing feeling. She sat on the edge of the fountain, face tipped up to the sunny sky, eyes closed.

"You look comfortable."

She opened her eyes, already recognizing the voice. "I'm very comfortable. Thank you, Clef." He narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you staring at?"

He frowned. "That dress."

"What about it? Isn't it cute?"

He nodded towards her, more to point something out than to agree. "Your entire arms are exposed. And much of your legs."

Umi's eyes widened, her face growing hot. "What's it to you?"

Clef had turned a unique shade of red. He coughed. "I'm just pointing it out. Don't you think that is a bit revealing?"

She raised her eyebrows, bashfulness giving way to annoyance. "What are you, my dad?"

"Perish the thought."

She stood, feet apart, hands on her hips. "So what's with the lecture, old timer? Wish you had legs this long?"

"I could if I wanted to and you very well know it," he snapped, his cheeks still flushed. "I just meant to point out how much of you is exposed in case you weren't aware of the gaze of some -"

Umi waved her hand. "What, I'm supposed to care if some pervert is ogling me? I wear what I want. It's hot at home, I'll have you know. You know the baths? Imagine it being like that outside all day."

"I felt it was inappropriate."

"What, do you have cheese in your ears?" she snipped. She leaned over, her hands running over the fluffy rosettes that adorned the deep U of the collar, her index finger lingering on the hem. Clef's eyes had grown rather large. "I don't care if you don't like my dress."

"I never," he huffed, turning away. "I never said that I didn't like it." And he made himself very scarce, leaving Umi alone with only the splashing of the fountain and her thoughts.