What Are You Doing?

Ri looked at Dyon oddly, but still followed.

"What would you like to wear?" Dyon asked Ri.

"Wear? What do you mean?"

"Well, since you said we weren't dressed appropriately, couldn't I just make it so that we were?" A mischievous glint flashed in Dyon's eyes.

"Oh… we don't really have anywhere to change though, and I don't have any formal clothes."

Ri knew she wasn't exactly telling the truth. But, she disliked girly wear as much as Dyon disdained to wear anything but sweat pants and a t shirt. It reminded her of something she'd rather not think about.

Dyon watched Ri's expression with interest. He could see that something was troubling her, but he had no idea how his question could elicit such complex feelings.