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[devils_dandy]

Montparnasse leads/drags the drunken Clive the rest of the way up the stairs and into his room. He points out, to the young man, the bed, the adjacent restroom, and anything else he might need

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[goodbyesandusky]

Some small back part of his brain probably noticed the furnishings, or lack thereof, but it was that same small back part of his brain that had all but been screaming warnings at him all night.

You know, that one that most humans had learned to ignore.

He managed, if barely, to perch on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands after a moment for better balance, "'m good." A crooked smile, "Thanks though."

[devils_dandy]

"I cannot imagine you being comfortable in that." He says, still eying the fishnets and, well, the collar would have to go.

"But, if you are modest, I could find you something else to wear."
Another shrug. "Your choice, of course."

[goodbyesandusky]

His brow furrowed slightly, but he did realize that, yes, sleeping in the bodice would not be comfortable.

He knew this from experience, really.

Finally there was nodding, "Somethin' else'd be good, yeah."

[devils_dandy]

Montparnasse rolls his eyes, though he is glad for the answer.

The bar had forced a couple of large t-shirts on him early on, in attempts to convince him that cheaper clothing would save on his tab. The lesson had failed completely, but since proved useful to others. So he tosses a shirt and a pair of comfortable drawstring 'trousers', (because the dandy hates the term pants) to the boy.

"That should do." He says coolly. "Unless you need me to leave for a few minutes as well." You know, just in case he can't change right there, or can't make it to the bathroom to do so.