[ despite how casually he tends to address wriothesley, even he knows he can't show up in anything less than his best. it's as much for wriothesley's sake as his own, really, on the off chance someone does recognize him. appearances mean everything when it comes to these kinds of things.
case in point: as expected, even if he says the ball is a waste of time, wriothesley is still out here, dressed to the nines and looking like he just woke up like that. he probably did, the asshole. there's still an odd little flutter of—nervousness? anticipation, more likely, at the thought of going together; of occupying a space outside of the occasional round of wriothesley beating him up. in the end, he still decided to invite akira, however, and that probably says something, doesn't it?
things to dwell on later, when he's not getting distracted by that open collar. ]
That depends, [ he bats his lashes, because just because he's cleaned up doesn't mean he's any less of a cheeky shit. ] Will you bring me back home before midnight?
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case in point: as expected, even if he says the ball is a waste of time, wriothesley is still out here, dressed to the nines and looking like he just woke up like that. he probably did, the asshole. there's still an odd little flutter of—nervousness? anticipation, more likely, at the thought of going together; of occupying a space outside of the occasional round of wriothesley beating him up. in the end, he still decided to invite akira, however, and that probably says something, doesn't it?
things to dwell on later, when he's not getting distracted by that open collar. ]
That depends, [ he bats his lashes, because just because he's cleaned up doesn't mean he's any less of a cheeky shit. ] Will you bring me back home before midnight?