Enter the Realm of Opportunity, a realm-fiction from the world of DanMachi.
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Xavier doesn't hope for a better future. His life is relatively simple, (just the way he likes it,) and hope... complicates things. But his simple life is turned upside...
I held up the ruffled collar of the clothes Loki had handed me. "You want me to wear this?" I asked incredulously.
"It's very fetching." Riviera nodded.
"It has ruffles!" I spat, disgusted, and tossed it back into the bed. "No fuckin' way am I wearing that Shakespearean bullshit. I'm a respectable Italian Man, and I will wear nothing less than a silk suit, if I must dress up." I said dismissively, and walked over to the small wardrobe I'd built.
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I pulled out a black Silk Jacket, and the matching vest, shirt, and pants, then the dress boots.
"I bought these the other day... I felt like treating myself." I smirked, and dressed swiftly, shining my dress-boots to a sparkling finish. I straightened my tie, and smirked at Loki. "Much better than that frilly suit, eh?"
She huffed. "What is that supposed to be?"
"It's a Suit! How could you not know what-... ooooh, you left Midgard before the Suit was invented... then how did you know about Smooth Jazz?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I may have... popped back in, once in a while."
I blinked slowly. "You can get to Midgard?"
"Not with passengers, so don't get any big ideas." She narrowed her eyes.
"Well, anyway, this is the height of male fashion in modern Midgard. And it's the only fashion I'll wear, so get over it." I smirked.
She shrugged. "Fine. Let's go." She pulled up the chest of her strapless dress impatiently, and I hummed.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just get a Boob Job, or alter your human body to have breasts, instead of fighting with Hestia over her breasts?" I asked easily.
She glanced at me. "A 'Boob Job'? Sounds obscene..."
"It's a medical operation that women get to give themselves larger, or more perky breasts. Doesn't feel as real as the real ones, though." I waved a hand dismissively.
She blinked slowly, and Riviera raised her eyebrows. "How would you know?" She asked.
"I've held both types, and many of each. I was a bit of a Man-Whore in Midgard." I shrugged shamelessly.
"Oh? Were you paid well?" Loki grinned, joking... most likely.
"No... not really. Apparently... I have something of a bad personality." I grinned wolfishly, and walked past Riviera's shocked expression.
