What Time Taught Us

[Mikhail Stankov]

This new excursion was something that required assistance, and thankfully. . .there was a team of employed women there to trip over themselves to help dress the Russian. Mikhail remained oblivious in his dressing room as two other women helped him to understand how to put on a wedding kimono. This wasn't like Akusai's. Mikhail knew how to manage those. This was a lot of folding and a weird belt and many pleats (which he was a fan of). Much giggling later, the girls poured out of the room to reveal Mikhail in full Japanese regalia. With his beard, he looked something like a warrior, but the sleeves and complementary folds of the outfit did well to hide his hulking brawn.

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Now, Akusai had no more than two hours before been straddling the man who now walked out before him, but he instantly wanted to tackle him all over again. Mikhail of course always looked good in his simple tidy outfits. He carried himself with dignity but he also looked good in something simplistic and elegant, as if it just accentuated the way he held himself. The outfit he now wore, multiplied that by about a million. "Oh Mikhail-kun.." he sighed dreamily,tilting his head. "You look like a legendary warrior.Do you like it, go look at yourself." he urged as he ran up to him.

[Mikhail Stankov]

Mikhail's priority was to look at Aku's face, to gauge how the incubus felt after seeing the Russian's new outfit. . .and he was not disappointed. Watching the prettiest Kyoushi was like reading an open picture book. "You like it," he said, grateful for the most approving reaction all day. When he turned and looked in the mirror himself, he had to take a few moments to let it sink it that he wasn't just wearing black slacks and a white button-down. This was far more complex, ornate, and incredibly more important to his soon-to-be husband.
"I like it," he agreed, adjusting his sleeves. "I vill wear kimono, da?" He looked down at Akusai.

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Akusai had learned about various cultures and travelled to countless countries to observe them all . He was fond of russians and their overall high rank in manliness but somehow melding Mikhail with his own culture wasnt just forcing him to fit in with how he did things, but making it all just superior. Mikhail made a wedding kimono better somehow. akusia needed no explanation though as he circled Mikhail. When o one was looking he gave his rear q quick grab. "Nice fit, lets wrap this up and i guess try and pick flowers, i want flowers you like too Mikhail." if mikhail even knew of flowers..

[Mikhail Stankov]

"No, it is time for you to try," he insisted, stealing away to the dressing room to disrobe. He had to assure the women that he didn't need help this time. When he emerged, he still looked expectant that Akusai try on clothes. "Vat are you going to wear? Zis is important. . ."

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Akusai was surprised that Mikhail wanted to see him dress up, considering every day was a fashion show when aku tried deciding what to wear that day, It made him get a little fuzzy, thinking that Mikhail was giving this his all. "Okay." He said with a smile and a little giggle. "Well why dont you pick some out for me.. I helped you pick out yours but i want to see your interpretation of beauty Mikhail-kun." Mikhail didnt look straight off like he had an eye for color but he was actually quite good at it.

[Mikhail Stankov]

Mikhail saw to it that the shop employees shoved Aku into a dressing room and made him wait. The shop had variety, that much was true, so it made it easy for Mikhail to look through his options and pick what he liked. There were a few blue kimonos, a deep crimson one, several pink ones (because what would be an event for Aku without the color pink?), an emerald green one, and one ivory one. His personal favorite was the red. . .its sleeves were accented with little pink flowers, and it had a gorgeous train that faded out into the same pink as the sleeves. The women who had helped Mikhail, now giddy because they got to fawn over a man as beautiful as they were, took each kimono and hung it up in Akusai's dressing room.
The Russian sat in a seat outside and folded his legs, quietly anticipating each outfit.

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Akusai was MADe for this andn o not just dressing up in kimonos, but quick changes, as in theater that was something they had to do and typical of a man whowas an actor at heart he found a different mood for every one he tried on and an accompanying pose for each. In the ivory one he looked like a snow queen. In the various pink ones he looked like a full lust tree of pink blooms in the green he looked scheming and cheeky like a little snake. The red one with its long train and sleeves was a furisode style kimono and being the hardest yet to move in he took on a straight statuesque pose. This was the last one he was trying on so he piped up. "Mikhail, which do you like most? Do i need more flair?" he asked, bending backwards into the ebi zori kabuki pose which just made the girls in the shop squeal more. These were a fabulous couple.





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[Mikhail Stankov]

Mikhail liked the serene look of the white kimono, he loved the flirty nature of the pink ones, and the green one made him want to take Akusai into the dressing room and rip the kimono off of him. But there was something remarkable about the red one. . .the way he stood in it, the way it complemented his features and made his eyes stand out. That was the one.
Mikhail physically got out of his seat and stood, looking the incubus over. "Zis. . .zis is right one." He approached Aku and, when the demon stood up straight again, brushed some hair away from his makeup-less face. "Breathtaking."

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Akusai was pretty much a sucker for Mikhail's ability to show such a gentle touch when he had such powerful hands and he froze the moment he was upright and the big doctor fixed his hair out of his face. True love was one of those things that meant you could know a man for a very long time and still get bowled over by the careful little touches. He smiled and nodded faintly. "We are going to look gorgeous. " he kissed Mikhails cheek and headed back to the dressing room. "after this we should eat, discuss who to invite, a wedding singer, and then head home while i have the image of you in a kimono fresh in my head."

[Mikhail Stankov]

The women were no longer needed, but they hovered around to observe the couple and listen to their very binary-laden conversation. Mikhail was so reserved and serious. Akusai was anything but. Mikhail sent the girls away with his credit card to pay for their order. And since Mikhail was no fool, he also informed them to hold the outfits until closer to the wedding. . .that way Akusai didn't have the opportunity to just wear his wedding kimono around the house.
"Vhere is vedding going to be?" he asked, arms folded across his chest. Maybe he'd missed that little detail. . .but he didn't recall them discussing a location.

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Akusai had figured out the meal plan, gotten the cake and clothing ordered, and picked out the invites he wanted. They just needed flowers, to make up the guest list, and oh gods the venue! He grabbed Mikhail's strong hand and lead him from the boutique the moment he was in his regular kimono and the doctor got his plastic back. "We have to pick one, come!" he squeaked. "I want to be reminded of the old theater, with a garden with a koi pond. I have a little one in the garden behind the house but its much too small for a wedding. Besides it has jaabu in it and that fish is ornery. anyway i want to feel like im going back to when we were young."

[Mikhail Stankov]

"How many people vill be invited?" he asked, a victim to the whims of the bride. At least he was a pretty accessory. The wedding was all about Akusai. . .Mikhail didn't even have to BE there. Aku was undoubtedly going to shine on his own.
Jaabu, ah yes, Mikhail remembered that fish. . .and was amazed that he'd survived longer than the Russian had. Koi were badasses. "Inside or outside?" he asked, trying to wrack his brain (or at least pretend to) for places they could be wed.

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Akusai was immediately off on a romantic tangent. His energy for this sort of thing was so overwhelming Mikhail would have to summon all his strength to object or steer the plans how he wanted, and not even because akusai would not agree or listen, but because of the arduous task of getting a word in. "Oh hopefully we can have the ceremony outside. ooh look!" luckily their last stop didnt even take another ride in the car as their was a flower shop at the corner. Akusai tugged his patient passionate beard right into the shop before letting go. "I want you to pick the flowers the men will wear Mikhail, youre the manly one."

[Akusai Kyoushi]

Akusai was immediately off on a romantic tangent. His energy for this sort of thing was so overwhelming Mikhail would have to summon all his strength to object or steer the plans how he wanted, and not even because akusai would not agree or listen, but because of the arduous task of getting a word in. "Oh hopefully we can have the ceremony outside. ooh look!" luckily their last stop didnt even take another ride in the car as their was a flower shop at the corner. Akusai tugged his patient passionate beard right into the shop before letting go. "I want you to pick the flowers the men will wear Mikhail, youre the manly one."