#miss navia..........ty for sending :pien:

[phantomiaou]

[COSTUME RACK] - "Hold still... Just one more second... Almost... There!"

Pincushion between her teeth, Navia rises to stand. The ruffles of her skirt are smoothed as she takes a step back to admire her work. Well, work is a strong word-- she's used enough pins to make any good magnet a proper threat to Lynette, and certainly not missed an opportunity to accidently poke her model with them-- but she pays that no mind. Shimmering navy charmeuse has been draped with extra care, and scraps of white and black felt are pinned artistically in place on either side of the wearer's head.

"Ta-da!! Don't you just make the most lovely Blubberbeast?"

poke. poke.

poke.

if lynette at all feels the occasional prod or pinprick, she does not say a word. half-lidded eyes stare at the same dapple of light on the wall. it is a game between young girls, perhaps a tease of what could have been a decade or two ago—dressing up dolls, only the doll in this situation is quite fittingly lynette.

she lets miss navia do as she pleases. at the end of it lynette waddles around to gaze into a vanity's mirror behind her. the best way she can think to describe her transformation is that miss chiori will not be put out of work anytime soon.

but navia, shining like that, makes the words die in lynette's throat if there had been any chance of her voicing them to begin with.

"i don't know... does it really suit me? they're supposed to be cute and round."  less lethal and lithe. her giant blubberbeast bobblehead tilts with added weight. "well, as long as it's not a main role... is it my turn to dress you up now?"