Hello everyone! I hope your all having a fantastic day/weekend. Chapter 13 guys! I'm so proud of myself! I find myself feeling excited about the ideas for the sequel in mind. I'm still trying to think of some titles but I'm hopeless when it comes to naming things. I always been horrible at it. Lol it's like hopping into a RPG game and they want you to name your character and I'd be there for the next three hours just stewing over what the heck to call them!

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Chapter 13: The Surface

Irene swam on the edge of consciousness as her internal clock ticked through the last minutes of her sleep cycle. There was no windows in her cell, but even without the sun she knew it was morning. Her eyes moved under their heavy lids as she stirred, finding them hard to open. Even after a full night's rest she felt utterly drained and weak. Though eventually she managed to crack her eyes open, her vision was blurry as the ceiling came into view. She blinked slowly. Her vision gradually focusing. She turned her head to the side, looking at her sparse furniture and some of her items that were scattered about. She sighed softly.

Although she was slow to rise, she didn't want to stay under the lingering warmth of her blankets and crawled out of bed. Shivering as her bare feet met the cold hard floor.

"You're awake."

Irene's mouth opened and screamed mutely as she stumbled back in fright. Losing her footing and slamming ungracefully into the wall next to her bed. It jolted her badly, her heart hammering in her chest when the horror dawned on her that someone broke into her room and possibly watched her sleep.

She clutched her at her chest with her right hand, gripping the fabric as she attempted to calm her racing heart. Her eyes darted to a shadowy outline of a man who stood up from one of her dining chairs. She couldn't make out his features in the dark. But she was able to tell that he was taller than her and a little stocky, with broad shoulders. Not much so could see.

He took a step towards her.

She whimpered and huddled closer to her wall helplessly.

He stopped, she saw the shadowed outline of his head tilt to the side.

"Irene?" the stranger asked. He sounded puzzled. Irene didn't dwell on it as her eyes scanned the room. She needed something to defend herself. Where was S.H.I.E.L.D. when she needed them? Coulson? Fury? She felt her eyes prickling with oncoming tears as fear seized her in its unforgiving grasps, choking the air from her inevitably. She wouldn't be able to fend against him in the dark. She needed a source of light. Her eyes shot past the stranger to where she knew the light switch to the cell was. She only had to get around him quick enough to reach it.

Shakily she started to reach for one of the pillows on her bed. Eyeing the man, but he made no move. Grasping what she needed, she brought closer to her chest almost like a child who would hug a teddy bear when they were scared.

The stranger spoke, sounding exasperated. "You can't be serious, Ire-"

She didn't allow him to finish his sentence as a small amount of courage flourished momentarily in her being. Springing forward with everything she got she approached the stranger. She instigated an instant reaction from the unwanted visitor, having him lunge at her. With the pillow she threw it at him, and seeing the easy projectile he caught it which gave her just the small opening she needed as she went around him. Her hands shot forward as she finally reached the wall, her hands roaming frantically over the flat service where the light switch could be. She was trembling now, adrenaline flowing freely through her veins as the heavy footfalls of the man came closer.

Hands clamped down on her upper arms, tearing her away from the wall. From the wild movement, her finger had managed to flick on the switch she was looking for by pure luck. Though the sudden source of light temporarily blinded her. Unable to see and under the mercy of the stranger, she was easily subdued. Sprawled on the ground unceremoniously, pinned by a heavier weight. The man was quick to straddle her, careful not to crush her while a single large hand managed to subdue her wrists in a tight grip.

She trembled freely now, so fearful. She clenched her eyes tightly, only a few tears escaping her. Her mouth opened, letting out muted sobs. The man's free hand gripped her chin tightly, tilted her head. She sniveled when his fingers dug into her soft flesh.

"Stop sniveling like a fool and open your eyes you imprudent girl, before you give yourself heart failure!"

She stopped instantly. The way she had been insulted sounded very much familiar. Slowly she opened her eyes, blinded by the lights above her she was able to make out the shadows once more of the man above her. It took a moment for her to properly see his face. Watering russet eyes flittered over his features, seeing the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem that he wore on his suit. The man was middle-aged, maybe around forty-five. He was well-built from the tip of his head to the soles of his feet. Anyway, his height demanded a lot of question from staring eyes. He's incredibly short compared to the other men she had briefly met. Loki perhaps being the tallest.

The man's face would have appeared sad and innocent looking if the expression of rage (was that a bit of worry she saw to?) etched on his face. His two huge black eyes that were firmly planted in their pairs of sockets stared deeply at her. Making her squirm under his scrutiny. His nose was short and flat. His hair naturally twisted and black with scattered grey hair. His stomach quite enormous from the amount of continuous eating that he possibly did.

He took notice of how scared she seemed of him. She watched as his bushy dark brows furrowed together, nose scrunching up, and frowning all at the same time in confusion.

"Irene…" he started awkwardly. "Do you not recognize me?"

She felt slightly perplexed. Since her hands were useless at the moment she shook her head side to side as much as he would allow her since his grip on her chin was still strong. They fell into silence. The man having a slight faraway look in his eyes, contemplating something in his mind before suddenly comprehension flashed in his eyes. He released her chin and ran a hand down his face. Cheeks suddenly flushing with color.

And then suddenly, the forty-five year old man melted away and was replaced by a disgruntled Asgardian prince.

Her eyes widened, speechless as Loki's face peered down at her.

The God swiftly un-straddled her and helped her sit up. His previous rage all but forgotten as he inspected her closely. "Did I harm you?" he asked, his voice sounding strangely small. She shook her head dumbly. Hardly believing that after all this time he finally came back.

He came back…Her mind processed.

Her lips formed his name mutely. At that moment she felt free from all dark thoughts that plagued her thoughts. Every bitterness she felt, evaporated instantly. Giddily she wrapped her arms around the lithe man's neck, pulling to him to her in an enthusiastic embrace. The God became rigid in her hold. His arms remaining by his side until the girl decided to release him. Beaming happily at her friend.

Her hands, now that they were free, started to sign in rapid succession.

Loki! I'm so happy you came! You can't believe how boring it was down here! So much stuff happen while you were away! There was the interrogation, Fury, this ce-

"Fury?" Loki's tone sounded slightly surprised.

Irene blinked at him and nodded her head. He's the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He gave her an almost deadpan expression. "I already knew that." He informed. Gently, his shockingly cold fingers brushed her chin, inspecting some of the damage he may have caused with a keen eye. "They didn't harm you at all?" At her lost expression, he elaborated rather tensely. "The interrogation, they didn't resort to any torture?"

Irene balked.

No! They only asked me questions, afterwards they placed me in this cell. She waved her hand around, gesturing to the horrible white interior of the said cell around them.

He seemed to settle down. Standing now, he offered his hand quietly waiting for her to accept it. She did not keep him waiting long when she accepted his help. And with no effort on his part he helped her to her feet.

Blushing she brushed off her white nightgown and shot him a timid smile. The small habit of being his caretaker once came forth. She brought him to the chair he sat in earlier. She gestured him to sit down, hoping that she could chat with him standing on her feet as he sat. Admittedly at times she always got a crick the neck every time she had to look up at him when he was at polite conversational distance away. The God was just absolutely towering. But he seemed to be waiting for her to sit for he did. So she sat, and then he sat; his legs were so long that he had to cross them at the ankles so that he could fit his knees under the table. She covered her smile behind her hand, eyes twinkling in amusement.

\oooo/

He watched Irene pat away the imaginary dirt from her gown. Looking a little flustered as she did.

He had not expected her to welcome him back like she did. He would had assumed there had been some anger there somewhere but pleasantly there was none. Being embraced on the other hand, was something that he was having a hard time getting used to. Being accepted without question, which was also strange. But it was a welcoming change he thought. He made no protest when she ushered him back into the seat he was occupying earlier in his disguise. Loki felt a bit disconcerted that he was forgotten he was under an illusion. When he sat down, a spike of annoyance shot through him with how low the damn table was. Why were Midgardians so short?

He sneered at her when he noticed how humored she looked by his unfortunate predicament.

"Have they treated you well?" he inquired, his voice clipped and formal.

They fed me. Though that would be the only time I would see anyone, only for a moment when they delivered my meals and when they come to take away the dishes or rarely my laundry. She assured. She tucked a strand of her almond color hair behind her ear. He watched the movement closely before staring at those doe eyes she possessed.

"They kept you in here?" he wondered, eyes wide.

Well, yes. She seemed startled by his question.

"They didn't even take you out for fresh air?" He scowled when she started to fidget nervously. Those imbecilic buffoons! How dare they lock up one of their own and toss away the key, after receiving imperative information about something they were looking for? He had left enough evidence behind to make S.H.I.E.L.D. all but aware of his presence on this worthless heap of rock! But yet they still held her here. Did she feel abandoned during her time here? Why wasn't she so resentful towards him? It was his plan that brought her here in the first place.

No, but I was told to wait until the Director came back.

Loki's nostrils flared, and bared his teeth. "The Director." He spat spitefully. "A bloody fool is what he is!"

Any other hateful comments that were about to be said was deliberately cut off when the door of the cell opened. Irene flinching and paling horribly when a look of dread filled her features. She wore the look of a child who was caught stealing treats before supper by a parent.

"They cannot see me," he spoke, his voice soothing. She glanced up at him unsurely "I only reveal myself to you while we are here." She shot him a thankful smile. And they both saw an Agent by the door, their brows shot up when they were greeted by the aloof smile of Agent Coulson with a tray of food in his hands.

"Good morning Irene, I trust you slept well?" The Agent questioned.

Irene seemed momentarily stunned from the man's appearance. Loki could only guess that it was perhaps her first time seeing the mortal man since her arrival here. With regal grace he got out of the chair just in time before the agent took his spot, growling lowly. He clasped his hands behind his back, standing at his full height to tower the agent. Though it was a useless tactic since only the mortal girl could see him. She sent him looks periodically and smiled pleasantly at the son of Coul.

I slept fine, thank you. She responded politely.

"Fine." Loki mimicked with agitation.

"Well, I'm glad. Eat your food I have some good news to share." Son of Coul pushed a steaming plate of…Loki didn't really know that it exactly was. Some sort of sustenance to Irene who accepted it gratefully. She picked up a fork and dig into her breakfast. The agent himself had a cup nestled between his hands, filled with brown steaming liquid that gave of a tantalizing aroma. The agent took a sip of his drink carefully.

"I came to tell you that Director Fury just came back."

Irene's fork clattered onto the table loudly when she dropped it. Her jaw slacked, her eyes wide as saucers.

Loki strolled over to her and tapped his finger under her chin. "Close your mouth Irene, that look is unbefitting of a lady." He chided. She did as he commanded, her mouth closing with an audible 'snap'. The agent was still unaware of him, looking amused from the clumsiness of Irene. Again she became rather flustered.

Does that mean…? She looked so hopeful.

"Yes, that means as soon as you're done I will take you to his office."

Irene's eyes shined in the light with immense happiness. She picked up her fork and ate with so much vigor it was gone in a flash. Loki had to pat her back a few times to keep her from choking as Coulson provided her with small details saying that he would go ahead and meet up with the Director and when she was done some Agents would come and get her. With a thankful smile Irene led him to the door of her cell once her meal was finished, her dirty dishes in her hands as she walked. Pausing at the door and taking the dishes from her Coulson tilted his head down to regard her more fully.

"I look forward to seeing you soon." He told her, sounding rather too sincere for Loki's liking.

He could not see what he response was due to the fact her back was towards him, the agent cracked a smile. Loki finally growing tired of the man's presence, flicked his wrist, a gust of magic striking the cup in the agent's hand causing it to 'slip out of his hand'. The cup didn't break much to his dismay but he did manage to effectively spill the man's coffee all over the ground. A heavy silence took over them all as Irene and Coulson stared down at the mess at their feet.

"Huh..." Coulson mumbled.

The Trickster appeared by his mortal ally, immensely pleased when the agent got on one knee before them to pick up the fallen item.

Good, he deserves to kneel before a God. He leered.

"Sorry about the mess, don't know how that happened." Cup in hand, Coulson returned to his full height and bid them (Irene) a farewell. As soon as the Agent stepped out with the wave of his hand the door slammed shut, Irene jumping when it shut loudly. As soon as they were alone the girl spun at him, looking appalled by his unbecoming behavior. Her eyes reminded him of the color of mead back on Asgard. She huffed loudly, glaring at him.

Loki!

His lips curled up into an innocent smile, though the look of mischief was easy give-a-way for his bad manners. He seemed to win a small victory when the girl visibly deflated, his smile turned smug then. She shook her head at his antics and went to the adjoining bathroom, coming back with some towels so she could quickly clean up the mess he caused. She unceremoniously shoved the wet rags in his hands. I'm going to shower. She told him. Rushing to her luggage she selected her outfit for the day and retreated to the other room. The door closing firmly behind her. It was just minutes later when the rustling of clothing met his ears followed by the sound of running water.

With a spell he incinerated the towels without much care.

Not a heavy loss.

So then he took to examining the mediocre room and its furniture. There wasn't anything one could do. There were no books or games that one may occupy themselves with or a magical box with moving pictures that he had seen during his time about. If he had been locked in a cell like this he would have been bored to tears. They held some similarity to the Allfather's dungeons, only difference was that the mortals gave a little more comfort. He spotted the case that held Stradivarius within. Without thought the God of Mischief went over to its side and procured the instrument within. Holding the wooden masterpiece like how a father would hold his babe, he slowly spun it in his hands. The light above making the polished wood shin in an extravagant way that was almost hypnotizing. Appreciation for such a fine work of art burned through him that moment. This could be one of the mortals redeeming qualities yet. He plucked a string curiously, producing an odd noise from it that made him grimaced.

How does one play it as elegantly as she?

Remembrance came to mind. He recalled how she had managed to play it so linguistically, a language that he could not produce himself. He began to run his fingers along its edges. It would have been nice if he asked for these instruments to be commissioned by the craftsmen in Asgard. His mother would have loved to hear such a fine tune such as Irene's work. If she ever managed to step foot in the Realm Eternal, she would have been the city's crowning jewel in music. Bragi be damned, his music couldn't compare to the mortal's when it came to passion.

Loki didn't know how long he spent regarding the violin with high esteem. He was so lost within his own mind he didn't even notice the mortal step out of the bathroom.

\oooo/

Showers were always so divine.

Irene dried her hair with a fluffy white towel feeling refreshed. She still felt a bit ill though, her stomach would clench uncomfortably and she could see the ghostly paleness returning to her skin. She didn't let her appearance bother her. She was just so happy that she had Loki back and was able to see Coulson. If she had a voice, she would had been humming a tune. Her throat vibrated, but no sound ever escaped. The loss of her voice had never bothered her before, she was used to it. Satisfied with her hair being dried enough she combed it out quickly, not wanting Loki to wait much longer.

She exited the bathroom. Eyes easily falling towards the Asgardian Prince, with all that black and emerald he wore it was nearly impossible to miss him in a fully white room. She sucked in a sudden breath in shock, seeing that he held Stradivarius within his grasps. She forced herself to calm down when she watched the God treat it with great care.

As always, he was very striking to look at in some sense or another. Being tall with lean limbs and posture, Loki had always a natural poise that made him appear as regal as the actual Prince he claimed to be. She could tell that he had an upbringing of someone who was always given the most finest things in life, much like herself but he had ten times the more freedom than she. The leather of his outfit was perhaps the darkest black she could ever see, coal-edged black that could have him blend perfectly in a dark surrounding, the emerald possibly being a personal touch of his. Even his hair, all smoothed back from his face and combed practically to the point at the nape of his neck, was so black that even in the sun it had a bluish tint to it. It was a startling contrast due to how startling white his skin and his large, blue-grey eyes (or were they green?) seemed almost colorless. Like mirrors.

There was a certain coldness that followed him though. Being the first person she had ever met, Irene never really placed much thought about it. Though since meeting the old man from the diner at Stanbridge East to Agent Coulson, they all seemed much warmer then the God in front of her. His beauty had a chilling severity to it. She always noticed the sharpness of his cheekbones and the triangular slope of his archless eyebrows have his usual expression a melancholic cast. She hardly ever saw him look so vulnerable, at times he could be aloof. But she found him to be a bit...fragile, if that was the right word to use.

She remembered the times when Loki lacked the civility towards her. He seemed to despise her at first, his words scornful and full of malice. What kept her from just leaving him was the hurt in his eyes, the endless pools of anger that burned her. She wondered what could have caused such pain in the man she had brought into her home that day.

And this personality began to change over time. He became more docile. Kind. Helped her recover and opened her eyes to the truth of just what exactly her life was.

A lie.

She observed his hands next. Suddenly enchanted by the way they seemed to move. Slender, pale, digits ran along the wood of her violin in the most captivating way she had ever seen. She had never come across hands like his. Elegant and yet so dangerous. Like his hands were carved from perhaps one of the greatest Renaissance sculptors on the planet that she had read in books.

Thinking that it would be impolite to stare at him further she made her presence known by stepping into his peripheral view. His head snapped towards her, all his calculated movements coming to an end.

Blushing slightly when she became the focus of his heated stare she waved shyly.

I hope I didn't interrupt anything. She started, her eyes teasing.

He scoffed, looking amused for once. "No, I was simply admiring." He admitted, somewhat sheepishly.

She understood how he felt. Though she owned the Stradivarius, there were times where she would revere it with awe. She brushed the wet strands of hair that plastered itself on her cheek and the corners of her lips rose. If you want I could play for you? His large eyes seemed much larger now as surprise flickered across his face, his brows shooting up. The willowy fingers of his left hand curled around the neck of the violin unconsciously. The other supported the body of the instrument. But he genuinely stunned by her offer. "You would play for me?" He asked her, his voice meek and small.

She nodded her head quickly. She would love to play him a song.

Loki's closed mouth smile brought her a sense of comfort as he came to meet her half-way. "I would very much like that." He whispered.

He handed her the instrument, their fingers almost touching, but yet not as Stradivarius went from his possession into hers'. Bowing her head in thanks she went to go get the bow that was still in the case. As she reached for it the door to the cell opened and in came two agents.

Irene turned to face them silently.

"Hello, Mi-Miss. Hawkins." A short, young agent stuttered. A young man just by the looks of it, who had just recently came out of his teenage years. She had missed the look of disappointment and aggravation from the God behind her. "I hope we weren't disturbing anything." The young agent spoke, his blue eyes wide as he examined the violin in her hand. She shook her head at him and returned Stradivarius back into it's rightful place, zipping up the case when she was done.

The second agent didn't seem nearly as shy as her counterpart. In fact she seemed to be looking at her distrustfully, her brown eyes were much more frosty then the sweet boy next to her. Dark brown locks were pulled into a tight professional bun, and her S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform was absolutely perfect unlike her partner's slightly wrinkled clothes.

The female agent went straight to the point. "We came to bring you to the Director. Don't worry about your things we'll handle it once your in his office. Until then please follow us and don't go wandering off." The last part was spoken with a scowl.

Irene gulped nervously and complied with the young woman's demands. She didn't worry about Loki, she could sense him following as the agents escorted her out of her cell and into the hallway.

It was equally as plain as her white cell. She didn't want to complain about the wondrous change of scenery. Like a pair of shadows She and Loki followed the pair in what seemed like forever. they had to take a few elevators here and there to reach their destination. When the last elevator doors opened, she was stunned by all the windows that poured in generous amounts of sunlight.

Sunlight...

She let out a silent exclamation and squeezed past her two guides so that she may stand under the sun's rays. The golden ball in the sky warmed her skin with its light, it made her feel ecstatic to be out. She would never want to be underground ever again. Even if she had only been down there for just a little over a week.

"Hey! I said no running off!" The female agent snapped.

Irene didn't allow her to ruin her moment, she shot them an apologetic look. The male agent looking sympathetic and Loki strangely stoic. Seemingly pushing the female agent off the edge of her patience the female S.H.I.E.L.D. employee grasped her wrist and pulled her along. Muttering darkly under her breath, Irene could have sworn the girl called her a 'overgrown child'. She dismissed the comment all together until finally they arrived at Fury's office.

Being released, the female agent rapped her knuckles on the wooden door with the word 'DIRECTOR' painted neatly on it.

They all heard the familiar muffled voice from within.

"Come in."

The two agents went in first.

"We've brought Miss. Hawkins for you, sir." The stern young woman said.

"I see, thank you. Return to your posts for now." Fury's voice replied.

Both of the agents who served as her escorts left. The woman ignored her, but the young man timidly waved goodbye before scurrying off. Taking that as a sign that she should enter the office she was greeted by the two familiar faces of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Agent Coulson. Fury looked more grumpier than the last time she saw him. His chin resting on top of his calloused hands as his lone eye seemed to be glaring at something, or rather someone. Even Coulson seemed a bit more tense. His thin lips pressed tightly together in a thin line as he stood ramrod straight next to his leader.

"Mr. Hawkins...glad you could join us." Fury grumbled, putting some effort in trying to sound polite.

Coulson remained eerily silent.

Irene tried to cut the tension by laughing, but since she didn't produce any sound it just seem to make things a little more awkward. She could feel tension radiating from Loki just behind her in waves.

Thank you. Its nice to see you again. She responded pleasantly.

She decided that now would be the time to see who the poor sod was that was getting the stink-eye from man behind the desk. There was only three chairs in this office. The Director's and the two seats placed in front of his desk. On the left it was occupied by a man in a suit. Not nearly as tall as Loki but the first thing that caught her eye was the man's dark brown orbs that bore themselves right into her. This stranger was a middle-aged man of average height. Obviously an American, with caucasian skin. His black hair, which was displayed in a rough-edged manner it didn't seem to throw off an edge of importance that came radiating from him.

He had a mustache that ran all the way down to his cheeks, then straight to his chin making an enclosed form, with a small goatee as well on his upper chin.

The man's lips pulled back, flashing pearly straight white teeth as he smiled.

"Hey there, cutie." The man said. Standing he rushed over to her. Grasping her hands before she could possibly get away from him. Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets was he raised her hands to his lips, planting a tender kiss on her knuckles. The hairs from his goatee tickled her and she did her best fighting off the urge to snatch her hands back and flee to the God of Mischief behind her who was scowling dangerously. "Tony Stark, pleasure to meet such a beauty like yourself." He told her.

Tony who? Irene's mind squeaked.

At her blank stare, the man's smile slowly start to drop and a single dark brow began to rise.

"Tony Stark?" He pressed, trying to get a reaction or at least trying to get her to say something.

"Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist?" Irene had the feeling that he was trying really hard to get her to react to him.

Finally Fury seemed to have enough of this.

"Stark!" He snapped, "Get your ass back in that chair and leave her alone, she won't answer you." The Director pointed back to Stark's seat, his lone eye flashing in warning.

Stark shot him a 'must-you-ruin-all-the-fun?' look. "And why won't she answer?" He demanded, finally releasing her hands to return to her seat.

"Because," Phil started, sounding very casual. "She happens to be a mute."

Irene felt the fingers of Loki's hand wrap themselves around her shoulder. With his guidance he brought her to the extra chair and sat her down.

"Mute? J.A.R.V.I.S. never said she was a mute." All chances of a good first impression went flying out the window when Tony kicked his feet up and placed them disrespectfully on the Director's desk. His hands clasped behind his head looking somewhat surprised.

"Shouldn't believe everything on the internet Stark." Coulson advised.

Irene's nose scrunched up. Inter-what? Was there something she was missing there? Fury's scowl only worsen towards Stark as he pushed the Billionaire's feet off his pristine desktop. "Now, if we could stop acting like children and asking equally stupid questions I would like to just skip to the point."

What point would that be exactly, Director? Irene signed, wanting to join in on their conversation. Coulson saw her and translated it roughly to the others. They shared a look among themselves.

It was Stark who decided to answer.

"Point being: is that we want to offer you a job."

Lol! DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUUUN!~ Wild Stark is back! Loki and Irene reunited but not only is Irene free from the cell but they are offering a job!? Question is...who is hiring her? Stark or S.H.I.E.L.D.? Won't be determined until the next chapter though so I was just going to leave you there with a small cliff hanger.

Bet no one saw that coming!

Many must be wondering why Stark is there? Well, considering Irene being held by S.H.I.E.L.D. and such and his little incident in Afghanistan I'm sure Tony is against anyone being locked up. He did after all hack into S.H.I.E.L.D. so I bet Fury isn't to happy about that. It's very hard to hide things from Tony once it catches his interest. And ohhh...did Loki just show some signs of jealousy there for a moment?

Man this is great. I Enjoyed writing this chapter a lot and I hope to hear what you readers think about it! So without further adieu I really need to get back to writing my essay before I forget!

Love, review, fav, go make an iron man suit!

-Shizu