<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Alida was suddenly closer to Izu as he simultaneously pulled her in and leaned closer, "I'm out here, so you might as well show me how to have a good time. Okay?" The petite woman gave a grin, ready to oblige her partner's request just as a drummer was dancing by. The light haired man seemed to suddenly become aware of something that Alida had hoped he would be distracted from---everyone's nudity. She felt his insecurity creep up on him like a spider and her mind whirled for a moment as it worked to find a solution. It was too late, the insecurity had manifested into a question as Izu eyed her up and down, "Do I look weird...?" Alida stuttered for a second, a little surprised by the wording, "W-w-weird? N-no, Izu." Of all the things Alida thought Izu would say, she had not thought it would be that he felt like he was the odd one. She felt stupid for that assumption, of course. Hadn't she felt like an odd one out in his world? Hadn't she felt insecure? Why should he not feel the same in her world?<br/><br/>"You look fine, Izu. I doubt anyone has noticed," she finally said as her eyes briefly scanned the area. It didn't seem anyone was really paying attention to what Izu was wearing...but they were certainly paying attention as she realized many people kept stealing glances at them. It made sense, she reasoned. She had been gone for a long time. Her people likely were not confident she was coming back. She had not been confident that she was going to come back. Not only was she back, though, she had brought with her a mate--a human who turned into one of them. They were far more interested in Izu himself than they were the garments he was wearing.<br/><br/>As soon as that thought passed through, a woman around Alida's age and alarmingly similar looking (aside from bright red hair) approached, her fingers reaching for the band of Izu's garments just as Alida had done the first time she met Izu. "What's this?" she asked, her green eyes looking up to meet Alida's panicked one. "Mia!! Don't!" Alida blurted, her hands reaching out to prevent a possibly knee jerk reaction from Izu. He wasn't fond of being touched by strangers, but how could she relay that to her cousin as quickly as Mia's fingers had already begun pulling. So much for Alida trying to reassure Izu that no one would notice.