"For your formal attire we have a modified cloak with a feline design pattern on the back, a white long sleeve buttoned tee with blue and gold details of various things, like cats, flowers etc. Slim fitting trousers that match the colour of your cloak, some fancy blue leather shoes, a black leather belt and a gold dwarven watch."
Haider takes a deep breath before moving on to casual wear. "For your more casual fit. We are going with something basic with a skin tight, flexible, long sleeved, navy blue shirt. A pair of black leggings and some baggy trousers, the watch from the previous outfit, a necklace and I guess some basic shoes, maybe a pair of trainers from the otherworlders realm. Does that sound good?"
Christopher looks at Haider a little lost. "I did ask for your help. It would be rude not to take your expertise seriously. When do you think you can get this done?"
"With Heather's help? Tomorrow evening. It just so happens that we're in Ibun's hometown at the moment. So there are plenty of dwarven artisans that we can purchase that watch from." Haider says, packing away the pad and pencil.
"Really? You can get it done that quickly?" Christopher asks, a little doubtful.
"Like I said before. Heather and her supernatural sewing speed is on another level. Plus it's not like we'll be making your casual outfit. We can easily buy most of that from a tailor back where we're at." Haider says, tossing the platinum coin into a secret pouch on the inside of his shorts.
"Right. Thank you for this, Haider. I shall await the inevitable when Heather shouts at me through, Dime." Christopher says.
Haider happily skips his way back out the dimension, waving Christopher goodbye, sucking on a mystery candy on a stick.
"How does he keep pulling things out of nowhere like that?" Christopher asks himself. "I think I'm gonna go to sleep. It's been a long day."
Before settling down for the night, Christopher leaves a note in his manor for Jasyn, telling him to wait for him inside the manor until he returns.
Christopher wakes late the next day, accidentally sleeping in longer than he intended. Dime wasted no time to tell him what's been happening.
(Dime) Morning, sir. Heather has been non-stop yelling for me to let her in since late last night.
"You can let her in now, Dime." Christopher says, rubbing his eyes.
An almost instantaneous slam erupts throughout the dimension as Heather goes on her warpath. Immediately followed with, "Christopher! Answers! Now!"
"Dime! I don't care if he just woke up! Get out here! NOW!" Heather yells.
(Dime) I tried, sir.
"Tell her I'll be out as soon as I can." Christopher says, scratching his scalp.
Ten minutes later Christopher opens his front door only to be met with both of Heather's hands firmly grasping his shoulders, a sinister wanting look in her eyes. A need to know more. "Tell me everything about him. Name, age, personality, occupation. EVERYTHING."
After an uncomfortable summary of an entire person, including every spec of information she could squeeze out of him. She says, "If he hurts you, I'll kill him."
"Fucking hell Heather, calm your shit. All he's ever done so far is extremely apparent. Even to me. He's not the type of person to abuse or harm. Fuck, he's trying to protect me from such things." Christopher says.
"Have you told him about your mental stability?" Heather asks.
"Heather, trust me when I say this. I've never felt more stable than I am with him." Christopher pleas.
"My statement still stands. After all he's done so far to try to get in a relationship with you. If he cheats on you, or lies. He will feel my wrath." Heather says.
"I'm feeling your wrath, so stop being overprotective. What's more important are my new outfits." Christopher says, already wanting to go back to bed.
"I've already done everything Haider asked me to do." Heather says.
"Of course you have. So what's Haider doing right now?" Christopher asks.
"Shopping for the other stuff." Heather replies.
"Ah I see. So it shouldn't be long now then." Christopher smiles softly, his eyes drifting into the distance, falling back into his mind.
Heather slaps him hard on the cheek. "Don't be daydreaming about Jasyn right now. Focus on me. I haven't seen you in ages." She looks him up and down. "Have you gotten taller?"
"Probably. I don't know." Christopher says, shrugging slightly and rubbing his cheek.
(Narrator) Now that she mentions it. He's definitely grown a bit. I'd say 5ft 10in. Which is astronomically tall for a human a month from 14. He's like four inches taller than the average for a human male at that age.
(Nebulon) Heather and Haider are also stupidly tall. They're sixteen and both six-one respectfully.
(Narrator) Oh god, you're right. Are they going to be ok in college?
(Nebulon) They'll be going to school in Maranus. The average height is like six feet here. It'll be fine.
"You've gotten taller too, sis. You're gonna need to make a new dress soon cuz it's starting to get a little short." Christopher says.
"I appreciate your concern but showing my knees will only make me cuter. I'm cool with it." Heather says, spinning so the frills in her dress spread out and rise up.
"If you're fine with it, then so am I. You should have the same attitude towards Jasyn." Christopher says.
Heather takes a moment to think. "Nah, I'll still kill him if he hurts you."
Christopher sighs deeply, letting his shoulders and arms go limp. "At least don't let it be known to him. If you scare him off I'll never talk to you again."
"That's a bit extreme don't you think?" Heather says.
"What, and you threatening Jasyn isn't?! Where did your common sense go?" Christopher yells.
"That's totally different." Heather defends.
"No, it's not! I like Jasyn. You should be supporting me, not threatening his life!" Christopher cries out.
Christopher pushes Heather out of his house and slams the door in her face, running up the stairs crying. Heather leans against the door, sliding down it to sit down.
(Narrator) I'm not crying. You are.
(Nebulon) Same. Even though we're incapable of crying.
(Narrator) Stop ruining the moment! Fuck! The reader understands that already!
Christopher ends up falling asleep, crying into his pillow for a few hours. Heather spent the entire time wallowing in self pity. Hating herself for the way she acted about her brother's first love.
As soon as he woke up, Dime told him Heather was still here, at this point it started to get dark.
(Dime) Haider just entered the dimension, sir.
Outside of his bedroom window, Christopher hears, "Why are you sitting against his door?" "Don't just shrug at me Heather, what happened?!" "Look, I'm carrying a multitude of stuff for Christopher. I'm not going to have the capacity to hear your mumbles."
"I upset him, ok. Are you happy now?!" Heather screams between sobs.
"If you hurt him. Why are you crying?" Haider asks.
"Because…I-I…Because." Heather stutters.
"Girl, spit it out!" Haider says.
After a few seconds of listening to Heather wailing Haider finally decided he'd had enough. "Bitch, I don't have time for this, either cry a little to the left, or I'm pushing you out the way." Haider says, rushing his way up the porch steps. After Heather didn't move, Haider kicked her away and opened the door. "Christopher you son of a bitch, get down here, try on these outfits, and tell me what happened. We don't have the time to do this right now."
Christopher walks on down the stairs, seeing Haider with his mountain of bags and boxes.
"Here's your outfits, try them on, and spill. Before that though, we dye your hair." Haider says, dropping the bags, giving Christopher a serious, but sassy glare.
"Seriously? That's what this is about?" Haider says, putting his modified cloak on him. "Heather, honey, you say that to the guy your brother's dating, not yo damn brother Honestly…How does that feel?" He continues, taking a step back to admire his handiwork.
Christopher looks down at himself, then at the mirror Haider put in front of him. His eyes immediately brighten, posing in different ways as his smile grows. "I love it, Haider. I look like an owner of a business or something."
"Makes sense, You kinda do have a monopoly on a whole new market of Spatial Magic." Haider says.
Christopher turns to look at Haider, and the image of Heather just outside, sitting in sorrow, caught his eye. He walks slowly over to her, his new leather shoes clacking on the hardwood floor.
Christopher stops and looks down at his sister and asks, "D-do you like it?"
Heather gets up off the floor, staring at the ground, the second they meet eyes, Heather breaks down into tears and throws herself around him. "I'm. So sorry."
Christopher returns the tight embrace and says, "It's fine. I forgive you."
"*sniffle* You don't hate me?" Heather asks, looking Christopher directly in the eye's staring deep, waiting for his reply.
"No! No! Of course not! You made a mistake. We all do. Just don't go threatening to kill Haider's boyfriend." Christopher giggles.
"Haha, *sniffle* right." Heather looks down at his outfit. "You look amazing by the way."
"Thank you, sis. Love you." Christopher says.
"Ugh, gross." Heather says, cringing a little.
"Say it back, you bitch!" Christopher laughs, gently tapping her arm.
"No! That's weird!" Heather moans.
"Hehe. No it's not. Look." Christopher looks towards Haider and says, "Love you, bro!"
"I love you too, bro!" Haider replies.
"See." Christopher says.
"No, still super weird." Heather says.
The three laugh and giggle for a while before Haider makes Christopher try on the casual outfit he had prepared. After trying it on, he switches back to his formal and prepares himself.
Christopher steps out of his house and stops a dozen feet from the dimensional door.
"Dime, can you confirm he's near where the door will appear?" Christopher asks, his palms becoming sweaty, his stomach churning from his anxiety. Heather and Haider are close behind him, waiting with him.
(Dime) He is sitting on the stairs, close to where you left the note, sir.
Christopher takes a deep breath and shakily lets it out. "Ok, reveal the door. And say that I'm waiting for him on the other side."
Several moments pass, with no sign of Jasyn walking through the door, making Christopher even more nervous with anticipation.
Several more moments and Christopher looks back at Heather and Haider, his face scrunched with worry.
Christopher's voice cracks as he tries to speak. "Dime, what's happening?"
Haider starts to show a little concern of his own and Heather places her hand on his shoulder. "Have faith, he'll come through."
Christopher shakes off the doubt, mentally reset by his sister's comforting words. "Dime?"
A ripple in the vortex gives them all hope, a sign that the doorway has been opened. Christopher is hit with a second wave of nervous energy. His nerves only grows as he sees his handsome partner walk through.
Jasyn looks around a little, not fully understanding what just happened but spots Christopher shortly after. Heather's eyes snap open at the guy that fell in love with her brother. Meanwhile Haider's jaw is on the floor, encapsulated by Jasyn's looks.
Jasyn slowly approaches Christopher, eyes locked firmly on him, and barely registering the twins' presence.
Christopher nervously clears his throat and asks, "I changed my outfit. And my hair…" Jasyn takes his final step towards him, looking down at his face, their chests practically touching. "W-what do you think?"