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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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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.]

[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.....]

[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.]

[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...]

[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.]

[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...]

[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.

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.

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.]

[he waves a hand dismissively, seemingly done with the section they're in and moving to a new set of clothing racks.]

In your world, at least. ...Though it seems even a majority of the ones without many humans haven't fared much better, from what I've heard. There are a few impressive exceptions, and those are truly worth admiration.

You've heard of worlds like that here? Ones where there are no humans?

[Not that he's interested for personal reasons or anything... Also, STOP THROWING CLOTHES ON HIM, he can barely see over the pile now.]

[yes no personal interest there at all... and walking clothing racks can't complain!! at least he's stopped throwing things now and is busy carefully inspecting hems and cuffs on some of the things he's already passed to Cain.]

Alternia is one of the planets with no humans to speak of, and ah... Well, the Doctor has mentioned quite a few, but I can't recall any of the names. If you'd like to talk to anyone about worlds without humans, he would be the person to go to. He's a time and space traveler, and as the human population only takes up one planet, you can imagine how many other species he's run into.

[Ah yes, Alternia. He had a friend from there once, but she had left some time ago. He had met the Doctor as well once or twice, though he hadn't expected him to be the sort that would tolerate Charles' particular brand of brattiness for long.]

I'll make sure to do that, I'll search him out and tell him you sent me for a lesson.

[Oof, he needs to put these down soon, the pile is almost as big as him.]

Haven't you found something suitable yet?

[he'd be surprised, then, to discover just how long the Doctor has been putting up with his bratty shenanigans.]

Yes, please do. He does seem to love telling stories. [WELL HE'LL LIGHTEN THE LOAD by pulling off one waistcoat, shirt, coat and trousers each. so kind...]

These look like the best ones to work with.

[He has no idea why those particular items look any better than the others, none of it is what he would actually choose to wear if he could.]

If we're doing a concert, shouldn't we be wearing things that make us feel more comfortable?

[cain you are now being looked at like you have three heads]

Of course not. Appearance is key when it comes to any sort of stage performance. Presentation is a rounded experience; if even one component is lacking, the entire thing can come off as lackluster.

[He would love having three heads, it would triple his trolling output.]

How do you know the clothes I'd be comfortable in, wouldn't be suitable? You've never seen my choices.

[the world wouldn't survive something like that...!]

Your choices? You mean the drone clothing you continue to dress yourself in on the daily?

No, that's just what I wear here for convenience. If I got to pick any clothes at all...

[It would be a horrendous Hawaiian print shirt, don't fall for it.]

[he isn't falling for it okay, he trusts Cain's sense of fashion about as much as he trusts Cain in general.]

Well, you haven't been trying very hard to select your own clothing here. I've laid out quite a large array of choices for you and you aren't even looking through them.

These aren't the types of clothes I would choose to wear, they're all so... pedestrian, so boring.

[He is used to boring and functional clothes, he wants to make a splash!]

[he can make a splash far, far away from charles, where absolutely no association between the two of them can be made]

They're proper clothing for a concert, I'm afraid. If you want to dress differently, you can hold your own concert after this one.

[But that's no fun. He only wants to wear his super cool Hawaiian shirts if Charles is there to embarrass... he will take photos of them together and have them blown up.]

Alright, alright... Should I try these on?

[He's not arguing as much as he might have done, because he is secretly looking forward to this concert. Not that he loves any chance to show off and be an overachiever, nope.]

[see this is why he doesn't trust you to pick out a proper outfit]

Please do. Take your time. [NO SLOPPY MUSICIANS IN HIS CONCERT. he'll amble off to poke through some more clothing on the racks while Cain is busy.]

[Sigh. SIGH. He takes the clothes into the back and gets changed, perhaps taking a little long as he relishes the feel of the new clothes.

Luckily for Charles' vision of a concert, Cain at least looks good in what he wears. He always had been the perfect golden-haired child, the A-grade specimen. So he comes out wearing the outfit and grinning, he knows he looks good like a smug bastard.]

Good enough?

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

no i've changed my mind no forgiveness for enas

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

but my forgiveness is worth a thousand hershey bars!!

what's a hershey's bar?

terrible, terrible chocolate

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

no but i will forgive you for a cadbury crunchie

you drive a hard bargain :|

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