Ocean blue [Taco x Microphone]

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by BloomVanished

by BloomVanished

Requested by: JstGamboa_

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For the whole afternoon, Microphone had dragged Taco to the mall to go eat some lunch and go shopping for clothes. Taco obviously came along, even though she wasn’t particularly interested in looking at clothes for 2 hours straight. But here she was—right after lunch—scanning the clothes in front of her as Microphone went to another section nearby to search.

The bustling store was a rather annoying thing to take in for Taco, but whatever made Microphone happy made her happy. She skimmed through the racks, suddenly seeing a piece of clothing that caught her eye instantly. She took it off of the rack and examined it for a moment.

It was a flowy dress that was an ocean blue; it wasn’t too colorful yet not too dull. It looked fluffy or maybe somewhat silky in texture, like a typical nightgown. It stood out to Taco as soon as she picked it up from the rack. Mic would definitely like this.

She glanced to her side and saw her on the other side of the section. She walked over to her with the dress in hand and poked her side, Microphone turning to look at her.

“Hey, try this on. I think it’ll suit you.” She gently shoved it into Microphone’s arms, the other eyeing the dress suspiciously. “Woah, really? You think I’m gonna pull this off?”

“Well, yeah. Why else am I giving it to you?”

Microphone huffed playfully, “Hah, okay. I'll try it on.”

The two of them headed to the dressing room where Taco sat and scrolled through her phone while she waited patiently, Microphone going to one of the stalls right beside her. Not long after, she saw Microphone’s figure from the corner of her eye and looked up from her phone. She immediately froze.

“What do you think?” Microphone asked with a smile on her face, while Taco was trying to desperately keep her jaw from dropping. “I don’t know…maybe it’s a bit too much for me?” Microphone added sheepishly. Taco’s face was salmon as she took in the sight of her. Her eyes were practically shimmering, not being able to pry her eyes off of the dress that was perfectly wrapped around her figure. The color complimented her skin and basically every feature that Taco could scan her eyes across.

Microphone noticed the silence, filling in the void of it. “What’s with the silence? You normally can’t stop commenting when we do stuff like this.” She raised an eyebrow, slightly suspicious of the darker shade spread across Taco’s face.

“Well…you look…ah– really ho–Good.” She cleared her throat with no eye contact whatsoever, resisting the urge to immediately call her hot. All of a sudden, she finally acknowledged how down bad she was for Mic. She noticed the slip up, but paid no attention to it.

Aside from that, Microphone noticed the odd behaviour and spoke with a smirk, “Oh, you really think so?” She had a small blush on her face, quite flattered that Taco did indeed think she looked good. “Yeah…honestly.” Her face grew warmer, but she just played it off with a shrug.

“Heh—I guess I should definitely get it then.” She gently pulled the curtains to change back to her original clothes, Taco still not being able to recover from such a sight. “Please do…” She mumbled, hoping to dear god that Mic didn’t hear that.

After the outing, they both headed right back to the hotel.

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Word count: 606

> Well damn, I have 6 pending requests, including this one. I’m not complaining that much, though.