one grand gesture

[youarejudgingme]

The greatest of stories could not compare to the effort put forth on this day!

Indeed, it was impossible not to sense that this was a day for greatness, grandeur and the most glorious of graces. Having only yesterday completed his initial sketches for an opulent costume, the noble designer prepared to put his skills to the test. Each stitch threaded

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[beware_of_kitty]

What are you doing?

[ooc:They're totally his...you know they are. The short shirts and cargos...too tight polo shirts...]

voice; 8)

[youarejudgingme]

This poor, ignorant question needed no answer. Ayame paused to spare a certain graceful, refined pity for that woeful lack in education. Even someone so deprived as baby Kyo would soon understand the glory and necessity of it. These amended polo shirts, with their sleeves taken out and loosened and ruffs sewn at each end, would allow even such a meagre fellow to mimic the greater glories of a true prince!

Naturally, something will have to be done about those t-shirts as well!

voice;

[beware_of_kitty]

[Kyou just stood in dumbfounded amazement.]

Wait...You have MY shirts?

What are you doing to my shirts?! Don't touch them!

voice;

[youarejudgingme]

Ah, so Kyo understood the nature of the tragedy! That cloth should be mutilated and torn and reframed into something so below its potential! Perhaps he, Kyo, had understood something of his own story in those poor t-shirts. Nevertheless, Ayame would rescue them from their plight! Having already unraveled their clumsy stitching with graceful yet dignified hands, he proceeded to add such touches as would make them fit for the eye to fall upon in any company.

“Never fear,” he declared. “Their mending is nearly complete. I’m certain that even you can appreciate the transformation!”

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[reginagloriae]

Han-Ou didn't leave the City after all?

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[reginagloriae]

Huh. A romantic dream?

[youarejudgingme]

Why, of course. Surely nothing could be better!

[reginagloriae]

Some people don't care about romance?

[fomichrist]

And to what sort of romantic dreams would you be referring?

[youarejudgingme]

Only the best kind, naturally!

[fomichrist]

Enlighten me.

[aibyoukaonigiri]

[Clapping]

You could be a novelist too, Ayame-san!

orz, late, sorry - had to skip Sunday |D;

[youarejudgingme]

Perhaps! I admit that I have never quite considered it before, but today I feel myself divinely inspired!

I'M EVEN MORE SORRY. /plays catch up again

[aibyoukaonigiri]

Perhaps both you and Shigure-san should one day work on something together!

backdated, if that's okay. ;; it would be really epic between these two

[nomad_priest]

It was so strange for Abel to meet someone with the same hair color as he. Often times, he had been mistaken for an old man, but this individual was so ... youthful and bright! Abel couldn't help but stare at the navigator; such passion! Such flair!

sure! sorry about being late. /o

[youarejudgingme]

Indeed, Ayame was all that and more: incredible! talented! fantastic! Yet such an apt, observant stranger couldn't be underestimated either. It was only fitting that two mutual geniuses acknowledge each other! "Such a marvelous day," he declared in ringing and yes, even, extraordinary tones. "Wouldn't you agree?"

[nomad_priest]

"Of course, sir!" He was so handsome! Abel hadn't seen someone that handsome since Hague, but even he was pale in comparison. All of a sudden, Abel felt inspired to be with someone that drew people closer with such raw charisma!