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Fantasy Cursed Island

Erina glanced around. "He's around, somewhere. Want me to get him?"


"Ah, yeah. Then there's responsibilities and such..."

Emilia spoke up. "Are you alright with this being all white? I don't have mom's dyed fabric on hand. And I'd probably get in trouble for using the bed sheets and curtains."
 
"Yes! There has to be a full brain with good sense between the two of you!" At least one of them had to have something to say to justify their daughter's behavior!


"Yeah... plus the fun's basically gone when you've got to spend ten hours a day looking pretty and entertaining people you don't like, and come time you finally get to go to bed with your husband, and he's too tired for any stress relief," Siege sighed, "No, I don't care what color it is, as long as it doesn't look like a wedding dress."
 
"Alright, alright. ADRAN!" Erina shouted as she walked off to find her husband.


Emilia nodded. "Got it. Simple, but not peasantry plain."
 
"What?", Adran called from down in the shop, "I'm with a customer right now!" He apologized to the lady at the register, "Is it important?"


"Yep," Siege nodded, "Do you need any measurements?"
 
"It can wait until you finish!" Erina stepped back to look at the mirror again. "One moment."



"Nope, already got 'em." She kept working for a moment before realizing how that sounded. "Er, from my mom, I mean. When she made that one outfit for you. You haven't grown since then, right?"
 
Jerry grumbled as she waited, closing her eyes as Adran processed the transaction and put the payment for the woman's perfume rose. He put up the "Closed temporarily sign before he headed upstairs to the mirror room. "What is it?"

"Your daughter just..." Jerry relayed what had happened with Emilia.

"I mean, she's not wrong," Adran shook his head.

"Adran!"


"Emilia I was sixteen when your mom last measured me, and she did that by force," Siege crossed her arms, "Of course I grew."
 
Erina looked at Adran. "That's about what I said. She seems to have been expecting something different."



"Ah. Then yes, I will need to measure you."
 
"Because normal people don't perv on... basically their aunt!" Jerry barked, "How would you like it if you woke up to Siege complimenting your muscles?"

"If I woke up to Siege giving me compliments at all, I've very clearly not woken up at all," Adran replied, "She hates me."


Siege sighed, "Fine." She made sure the door was closed before taking off her bulkier garments, "But if I hear a word comparing me to my mother!", she made a throat slashing motion.
 
Erina nodded. "That's a good point."



"Of course. This is strictly professional." Emilia stepped over with a few lengths of thread and began taking measurements. As she said, she was quite professional, only touching as needed. Which is not to say she didn't enjoy said touching.
 
Jerry blinked. Was she going insane? "You two are stupid, you know that?"

"Oh, they know," Lyak giggled, "But they wear a shirt around the house..."

"Well... not always..."


It didn't take long for Emilia to figure out just why Erina and Jerry had to use force to have Siege measured for fitted clothes. She didn't react very well to being touched, instinctively jerking away from the contact on her bare skin, as color rose to her face at every feeling of contact.
 
Erina glanced over. "I wear a dress."



Emilia tried to just keep taking the measurements, but it was darn near impossible. She looked at Siege. "You're very twitchy..."
 
"That's not what I meant," Lyak sang as she skipped on to go do whatever she was up to.

"Look, I get it, you don't like being called hot by anyone but Asta, and especially not by family members, but we're family by choice, not blood." Adran shook his head again, "She didn't touch you, and she doesn't mean anything malicious by it."


"Well if you'd quit touching everywhere sensitive," Siege hissed.
 
“Precisely. In her mind, it’s a harmless compliment.”



“I’m only touching where is necessary for the measurements. But you flinch no matter where I touch.”

Nidia spoke up from where she had sat on the bed. “I think I see why her mom measured you by force...”
 
"Precisely," Adran nodded, "We taught her to always find something nice to say when talking to good people. You're the one taking offense to a compliment."

Jerry didn't answer, she just disconnected. That family acted like a bunch of idiots.


"Look. I didn't choose to be born ticklish!"
 
Erina blinked as Jerry disconnected. “Hm. Well, that happened.”



“Well, I need to measure you or this won’t fit right. So if you can’t fight it and hold still, we’ll have to restrain you.”
 
"Must be going through something," Adran shrugged, "Anyway, I've gotta keep the shop going."


"I can't help it!" Siege was a little red in the face as she admitted, "I get it from mom...
 
Erina nodded. "Right. I have my own work to get back to."


Nidia spoke up. "I have some numbing salve. It meant to be used in small amounts, so I don't have enough to cover you, and that probably wouldn't be safe anyway, but you could put some on the most sensitive spots."
 
Emilia shrugged. "Then we'll have to hold you down. Nidia, could you lend a hand or two?"

Nidia nodded and got up, walking over to them.
 
"Wait, no, no!"

Over in the boy's room they could hear Siege squeaking and whimpering for the next few minutes as the arachne and leopard combined overpowered Siege to take measurements. "Well, I'm not going over there," Turac decided.
 
"That does not sound like measurements," Jalin frowned.


Siege curled up at the headboard of a bed with her knees to her chest and a pillow crushed against her face in a futile attempt to hide her embarrassment once Nidia and Emilia finally got the measurements down.
 
Roy glanced over. "Siege is extremely ticklish..."


Emilia returned to her work now that she had the measurements. "You made a much bigger deal of that than was necessary."

Nidia sat down to rest.
 
"That does not sound like tickling, either," Jalin shook his head, "It must run in your family, if I am interpreting correctly.


"I hate you," Siege grumbled through the pillow.
 
"How are you interpreting it?"


"Don't hate me. You requested a custom outfit. I'm simply following the proper procedure to make one."
 

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