Room 218, Friday Afternoon (12/07)

[comelyhonour]

There was a huge pile of clothes on Beauty's bed. Every single item of clothing she owned, in fact. Well, every single item except what she was wearing. Which had changed half a dozen times in the past hour.

"What has gotten into you?" she muttered under her breath. "You never used to care about clothes. He isn't going to care what you're wearing

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[by137]

A.J. might have had it a little easier, as the only remotely nice thing he had to wear was his suit. You know, the slightly ill-fitted one that made him feel like a total tool, but tonight was kind of a big deal, and he should at least try to look the part. He'd even brushed his hair; it didn't do any good, but he'd done it, and then he stood in front of the door of 218 and took a breath before he knocked on the door.

[comelyhonour]

Inwardly flailing, Beauty grabbed up the mound of clothes and shoved them into the closet, then pushed her hair out of her face and took a quick look in the mirror to be sure she wasn't as frazzled-looking as she felt.

Okay, no...not so bad. Presentable, even. She felt a little bad about not wearing the boots A.J. liked so much, but they just didn't seem dressy enough no matter what she put on. Maybe he'd forgive her for that, though, since she'd actually put on one of the skirt and sweater outfits she'd purchased on her shopping trip with Annette. One that didn't look a couple centuries out of date.

Then Beauty threw open the door and gave A.J. a bright smile. "Sorry, I was just...there was a mess...hi!"

[by137]

"...Hi." A.J. smiled lightly as he felt that flutter in his chest get a little worse, but he wasn't sure if it was still him, or if it was because she seemed a little flust-- no, not flustered; why would she be flustered? Maybe it was even excitement? That could be it. Or it could not be it, he didn't know, he should stop thinking about it because that was only going to make things worse. He should say something.

"Uh..."

Come on.

"You...look really nice."

There we go.

[comelyhonour]

"You're wearing a suit!"

Yes, that was the appropriate response to being told you looked nice. Beauty mentally facepalmed and flushed a little. "I mean...you look nice too. No, I mean thank you. And you look nice too. I should get my coat."

Brilliant conversational skills you've got there, Beauty thought to herself, as she left the door open and ducked back into the room to grab a coat and scarf. And to scold her brain into behaving itself.