Title: Spandex
Rating: G
Word Count: 389
Pairing: Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Evin is full of ideas. Sometimes they're good ideas. Sometimes they're not as good of ideas. Sometimes… well, sometimes it goes something like this. (Part 4 of the Superheroes! Series)
Evin just wanted to see if his idea would work.
If it didn't, Dom would never let him live it down.
So far, he had achieved his goal.
Trip to visit Lalasa: check.
He was about to sneak down the hallway outside of his office when Miri turned the corner, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.
"Hi, Evin! Say, what do you—Evin, why are your clothes so… tight?"
Evin shifted uncomfortably. "They're not tight. They're just…fitted."
He pulled the tunic he was wearing a little straighter, and told himself he wasn't intentionally avoiding looking Miri in the eye.
"It looks… well… uncomfortable."
Evin flashed a winning smile and started side stepping away from Miri. "Ah, well, the things you do for the current fashio-"
Miri was giving him the once over. "-and… revealing."
"You're just jealous of my shameless confidence, Miri," Evin tried to ignore the eyebrow that was slowly arcing skyward. He turned smartly, unwilling to put up with her scrutiny, and collided with Dom.
"Larse, did you accidentally manage to inherit a pair of Buri's pants too when you inherited her office? Or, are those pants, for some Mithros' blessed reason, actually yours?"
Evin flushed. "Dammit, Masbolle, I just wanted to see if it would work."
"What, you can't mean the conversation we had about stretchy leggings?"
Evin glared. "What does it look like to you?"
Miri snorted, clapping a hand over her mouth as she tried to hold in her giggles.
"What are you talking about? A conversation about what?"
Dom gave Evin the once over as well; taking in the form-fitting outfit Evin was currently wearing. "It was just a conversation about how form fitted clothes would probably make staging rescues easier; less fabric to get water logged or full of mud or caught on."
"Well, they certainly are form fitted, Evin."
"That's the point, Miri. I don't go prancing around Corus dressed like this most days!"
"Only most days?"
"!" Evin, fed up, turned and stomped off, away from Dom, away from Miri, and away from his door.
"He does realize he's headed straight for the practice yards, doesn't he?" Dom mentioned to Miri, leaning against the way and crossing his arms.
"No, I really don't think he does."
"This is going to be a good show."
"Yes, yes it is."