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[dressedtothe]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 81.93139
DESCRIPTION: Unless incapacitated or in sleep mode, 9S will answer immediately thanks to having a robot secretary (Pod 153).

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: N/A
DESCRIPTION: Because Rita hasn't set one up, there is no mailbox. Either slip mail under the door or tape it to said door to ensure he sees it. Or just contact him on the walkie talkie.

Comments

[dressedtothe]

Um, I guess it is kind of translucent... What am I supposed to wear underneath this?

[His shorts? His shorter shorts?]

[tacosgay]

Well, ideally, anything? I feel like going out in public without anything on underneath that would be a bold move, but not one that everyone would appreciate. Maybe some nice underclothes, if you happen to own any.

[dressedtothe]

[Well, it's not like he has anything to get peoples' knickers in a knot about... But somehow, he thinks that wearing his coat under this isn't how this is supposed to be done.

As far as underclothes go...]

I only have what I normally wear...

[It's not like he needs additional underwear when he's an android. It's honestly a miracle he even has any.]

If you're free, mind coming to my trailer? I want to make sure I'm wearing this right.

[tacosgay]

[Taako sure is getting invited over by people a lot lately. This holiday has turned into him being way more social than he anticipated, which... honestly, he's fine with.]

Uh, yeah, I mean, it's not like I've got a whole lot else going on. Sure. When do you want me, my man?

[dressedtothe]

Is now okay? I think I've got this right...

[Which is to say, dress on, booty shorts underneath, and the awkward stress of feeling like the top part is going to slide off his chest even though it's fitted for his size. Somehow, the question of how Taako got his measurements never pops into his head.]

[tacosgay]

Works for me. I'm just kind of, uh... taking a little Taako time right now.

[By which he means he's drinking wine and reading cooking magazines.]

[dressedtothe]

Okay. Just drop in when you're done. I'm gonna try walking in this.

[Not outside the trailer yet; he's still getting used to the idea of moving without treading on the dress' hem while he's walking around in his socks.]