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Who: Charles and Cain
What: Fancy performances require fancy clothing and Cain clearly needs help in that department
Where: Downtown
When: Forward-dated to Wednesday, June 6th
Warnings: Losers being losers, Cain being fashion inept

[Charles tends to come off as pretty lazy and unconcerned with details more often than not, but now that he's set his sights on throwing a top-notch concert, his perfectionist tendencies are starting to peek through. This includes a tiiiny obsession over the wardrobe of one (1) loser violinist who insists on dressing like a drone. Normally that's pretty tasteless, but with a grand occasion on the horizon, it's absolutely unacceptable!

So, even though his schedule is busy (so busy), Charles has kept his word and is now waiting outside of Bodine Fashion, looking mildly impatient. ...So, nothing new there.]

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[Cain didn't see what was so wrong with wearing the drone clothes that he was used to now. They were smart, well-made, and helped him blend in with the local populace. They were certainly better than the uniforms he had hidden in his closet.

Not to mention that he doesn't particularly want to go out with Charles again, not after what happened the last time they saw one another. But he has never been one to back down (that would be too sensible), so he is there punctually with his usual smile at his lips.]

Good morning, Abel!

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[he claps his hands in a greatly enthusiastic display upon hearing Cain approach, though that nickname earns him an eyeroll.] The one-man idiot brigade has arrived safely, how wonderful.

[snarky remarks aside, there doesn't seem to be a trace of any ulterior motive going on here right now. it's with a rather single-minded focus that he turns to usher Cain into the store, already in a hurry.]

This place has a miserable selection, but it would be as decent a store as any to start with. We can determine which shapes suit you best here, at the very least.

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[He hadn't realised Charles was so avidly interested in fashion, not after his own wardrobe only consisted of odd capes and some ancient shirts... It's kind of amusing, and Cain is chuckling as he allows himself to be herded inside.]

I'm in your capable hands, I don't see what's wrong with what I'm wearing.

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[hey hey those odd capes and ancient shirts were the height of fashion in his youth, okay! being fashionable and well-dressed just kind of comes with the position in society he grew up in, and he never really shed his dressing habits from those years.]

That's exactly why we're here. You must be partially blind to consider that a decent set of clothing, and I won't let you anywhere near a stage in that rubbish. [sighs!! he scoots on back to the kids section of the store which, naturally, is lacking in a decent selection of formal wear.]

What a challenge. It's like they're making this as difficult as possible on purpose.

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It's neat and it doesn't clash, I think I look quite dashing.

[Honestly, he's still just enamoured with any clothing that isn't a UNASF uniform. To be able to blend in with the 'normal' standards here is something he definitely enjoys.]

What sort of thing am I supposed to wear for a concert?

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[that just earns him A Look™ and nothing more, since he thinks it's such a ridiculous statement that it doesn't even warrant argument... dashing yes okay cain if it helps you sleep at night.]

You've never been to a black tie event, have you? [a bit of a rhetorical question. he's already rifling through a rack of waistcoats] Semi-formal attire is fairly simple, actually. One of these, a pair of formal trousers, and a tail-less coat should be enough.

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[He doesn't need help to sleep at night, he already knows that he's the most dashing, okay?]

I've been to a few black tie events, actually. [Presentations of the clones, and so forth, but he only ever wore his dress uniform.] I've never had a tail-less coat, though.

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[he's just filled with no-contest confidence gosh!! but charles does look a little surprised and kind of like he wants to say why are you asking these questions if you've been to a black tie event]

They should be easy enough to find here. Most tailcoats dropped out of popular use before the 1950's. They're very nice to look at but not quite as comfortable, you know?

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[He was never the one in the black tie, silly Charles! He had much fancier threads to wear at such events, and these clothes are just boring in comparison.

Or not.

They're actually quite interesting to Cain, and he won't admit it but... he's sort of looking forward to being dressed up in something new.]

I assume you'll be dressing the same as me? We need to look uniform on stage, don't we?

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[these are the fanciest of fancy threads. or not because mayfield, but they're better than space uniforms okay!]

Naturally. An orchestra always matches, and while we may be a few members shy, it wouldn't be in the spirit of a proper performance to do otherwise. [holding up one of the nicer-looking black waistcoats. it's a little plain, but the tailoring is done well enough to please his picky tastes.]

This might work, with a few embellishments.

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What kind of embellishments?

[Oh no, the last thing he wants is to wear roses and capes, he actually has some sense of style (no, really), unlike certain shotapires that could be mentioned.]

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[cain pls

roses and capes are totally more suitable for operas and plays, get your edwardian fashion straight.]

These buttons are far too plain and the lining of this pocket- [holding it open!] -isn't suitable at all. [plucking at one of the buttons...] I don't care what era it is, plastic fashioned to look like brass is unacceptable. If we're going to do that, though, I think silver or perhaps black buttons with silver detailing might look better than brass. What do you think?

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[He's finding it much more amusing how seriously Charles is taking all of this. He may have to find ways of taking pictures of Charles sewing on new buttons and being a domestic goddess, just to show them to Ciel and Abel.]

Why not go the whole hog and have gold?

[He's not even pretending to take this seriously.]

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[as if Charles does any of his own work. this is why he stresses the importance of tailors and seamstresses!!]

Absolutely not. [it is a sad reflection of his opinion of Cain that he actually thinks Cain believes gold buttons are a good idea...

also throwing the vest at him and going to rifle through the dress slacks now]

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[Catching the vest and folding it neatly over his arm, because even if he's trolling then he still likes to be a tidy troll.]

What's wrong with golden buttons? They'd match my hair.

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Your hair is blonde, not golden. What are you, some sort of reincarnated defunct poet? [this coming from the loser who still dresses like the modern day never happened...

throwing some trousers his way too!! yes he'll just have Cain keep track of all the tidying.]

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I would have thought you, of all people, would appreciate the poetry that can be found in everyday life.

[He folds all the clothes Charles gives him like a good little boy.]

My hair is golden as the sun, my eyes blue as the ocean and my smile as radiant as the stars at night.

[And his ego as large as the damn solar system.]

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[he looks vaguely disturbed by Cain's bigheaded egotistical nonsense] I feel like I've gone back to a poor rendition of the golden age of poetry in Greece, but even the most romanticised Greek tale with oceans and suns isn't quite so grating to the ears.

[tossing a jacket his way too... and another one.....]

sorry, all moved in now, should be back to normal with speed again

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[How many jackets does he NEED? He's playing in one concert and Charles better not expect him to change between sets.]

And you said I had no artistic soul and cultural sophistication.

[Clearly Charles has no appreciation of good poetry.]

no i've changed my mind no forgiveness for enas

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[what if he did huh what if he did. ...no okay he's just getting them all together in one spot so narrowing it down to one can be easier.]

If that's your idea of an artistic soul or cultural sophistication, they might be even farther from your grasp than I initially thought. [shaking his head in mock-pity...]

rude. i didn't want your forgiveness anyway :|

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[Again, even though this is just teasing and trolling one another, Cain still feels a stab of annoyance that Charles is so easily dismissing him as incapable of being able to comprehend the arts.]

Perhaps culture in the future has evolved, and you would be thought quite socially inept.

[Which is probably true. But they'd be socially inept together.]

but my forgiveness is worth a thousand hershey bars!!

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[he is already socially inept and it's only 2005 where he's from!! this is what happens when you don't interact with the world for a few decades okay you become a relic of the past...]

I doubt it. There are some things that never fall outside of the realm of human societies. Even then, any social ineptitude would be easily remedied. I am capable of adapting when it's necessary. [WHICH IS surprisingly true, despite what his daily wardrobe would lead one to believe.

also a small pile of items is flying your way...]

what's a hershey's bar?

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[He bristles internally at the implication that he was incapable of adapting, though he brushes it off much more easily as he knows how ridiculous it is.]

Everything falls by the wayside of human societies sooner of later, that's the very nature of progress.

terrible, terrible chocolate

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The very nature of human societies, you mean, not progress. [a surprisingly quiet correction, though his expression remains as arrogant as ever.]

They discard lessons of the past and repeat mistakes in the future because of their tendency to, as you say, allow things to fall by the wayside. There is a way to make progress without such folly, but of course it would be beyond the grasp of a species like that.

ew... if i give you terrible chocolate will you forgive me?

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Progress and human society are two intermingled concepts. Perhaps progress might have been made by another race or species at some point, but the sheer volume of the human race sweeps those accomplishments aside and merges them into their own.

[He's sounding as polite and cheery as ever, despite his obviously low opinion of the humans as parasites with no regard for others or for truly learning.]