002 ♪ Locked to Stocking

[klavierkavalier]

[There is only a split second between when Austria wakes up, and when his expression slides into one of sheer abhorrence. It only takes one look around the room for the change to take place.]

What have you done? [He stares at Stocking. He looks mortified when he stares down at his clothing. Never mind the scantily-clad woman, never mind the gaudy

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[tranches]

[ You know she's saying the exact same thing. ]

Hey douchebag before you go off and accuse me why the hell am I wearing this tacky crap?

[ And that bow tie that he flinged? She grabbed it mid air and threw it back. ]

[klavierkavalier]

You didn't choose it yourself? [He sounds surprised.]

[The bowtie hits him square in the forehead.]

...

[Without another word, he goes for the door.

... which is locked.

....]

Where is the key.

[tranches]

No why would I? I don't put out on the first day like other cheap whores.

[ Stocking got up ignoring that her legs and what not were showing, looking around. ]

I don't see one..?

[klavierkavalier]

Your tastes are certainly eclectic. [Read: Austria does not approve] How was I to know you would not choose such clothing?

[He tries the door again.]

Find it.