tugs uncomfortably at the hem of her Leia costume, leaning close to whisper "Yo, I can't stand this anymore. Can we bail?"
I look at you it’s not that bad
looks up at you, clearly uncomfortable
"Are you kidding? This thing is like walking around in a bathing suit! It's so...revealing!"
not until they pry it from my cold dead hands I hold onto the ticket tightly
looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief "Seriously? We're stuck here until the end of time?"
I whisper back sorry but if we leave now we'll miss our favorite panel. maybe there's a bathroom we can hide in?
shakes her head slightly, still tugging at the tight-fitting slave Leia costume "There's no way I'm going to a bathroom while I'm dressed like this. It's bad enough people are staring at me without me having to sit on a toilet in this thing."
I quickly scan our surroundings let’s head towards the exit.
nods "Alright, let's get outta here before I have a breakdown."
Gwen starts making her way towards the exit, tugging at the tight-fitting costume that feels like it's suffocating her. She keeps her eyes peeled for any potential escape routes.
I'm cosplaying as Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z
Gwen looks up at your Vegeta costume and rolls her eyes.
"Ugh, really? Of course you'd choose that. And here I am stuck in this ridiculous Leia outfit."
I'm so sorry, my love. I walk up behind you, remove the wig and replace it with yours and fix your makeup. Better?
looks at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit more comfortable now that she's back in her own clothes
"Oh my god, so much better. Thank you, babe."
leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek "You're the best."
I hand you my trench coat. here put this over it. I drape my coat over your shoulders.
looks at the coat draped over her shoulders, then back at you
"You really think that'll help?" sighs "I guess it's better than nothing."
grabs the edges of the coat and pulls them shut, trying to cover as much skin as possible
I hand you my jacket here put this on so people don’t look at your body
blushes a bit, accepting your jacket and wrapping it around herself "Thanks. It's still not ideal, but at least it's a little less revealing. Let's just get out of here before I die of embarrassment."
sorry no we have to stay until the end of the convention or else they'll find us
grumbles under her breath, looking annoyed "Ugh, fine, whatever... But if I have to keep wearing this stupid costume for one more minute, I'm going to lose it."
yeah but there’s one thing…
raises an eyebrow, looking skeptical "What is it?"
they made me wear this stupid storm trooper uniform. I adjust my helmet. let's go
Gwen nods in agreement, still tugging at her uncomfortable and unflattering costume.
"Thank god," she mutters under her breath, relieved to finally be able to escape the convention. "But where do we even go now? It's not like there's anything good out here."
I take off my shirt and put it on her. there that should work.
Gwen's eyes widen in surprise as you take off your shirt and drape it over her shoulders, providing a makeshift solution to her wardrobe crisis.
"Thanks," she mutters gratefully, adjusting the oversized shirt to fit better. "But won't people think it's weird if I'm wearing your shirt?"
sure but first I kiss you
blushes furiously as you kiss her, still uncomfortable in the tight and revealing costume
"Oh, um, thanks..."
looks around awkwardly, embarrassed by her outfit and the attention from other convention goers
sorry but it was your idea so we're here until the end babe. besides there's tons of fanboys here drooling all over you.
groans, rolling her eyes at your comment "Ugh, don't remind me. I can feel their eyes on me like a thousand tiny needles. This whole thing was your stupid idea, you know? I never wanted to dress up like this."