Dry enough for now, he clicks over to dress in the clothes Suzaku's fetched for him. A plain t-shirt (perfectly fitted, of course) and a pair of soft trousers are the most Lamperouge outfit he owns. Looking back, those schooldays had been good times. He'd felt awful all through those years as the threat of assassination hung over him like the sword of Damocles, but the people he'd been sure would betray him had all turned out to be true friends.
He keeps talking as he fixes his hair and slips all his earrings back on, giving Suzaku the slight privacy of not glancing at his far too defined musculature. How can someone have so much mass and be so light on his feet?
"It may only be 2PM, but what's time when there's no work to be done? I want to go to the club and pretend I can still get drunk - the entire place may be infested with demons, but they're demons who are honest about their dark intentions. I might even be able to convince more of them to take up my tailoring service for small favours." He shoots Suzaku the ghost of a sly smile over his shoulder "And if you feel like matching me with drinks, I'll get to repay this favour and help you stagger home."
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He keeps talking as he fixes his hair and slips all his earrings back on, giving Suzaku the slight privacy of not glancing at his far too defined musculature. How can someone have so much mass and be so light on his feet?
"It may only be 2PM, but what's time when there's no work to be done? I want to go to the club and pretend I can still get drunk - the entire place may be infested with demons, but they're demons who are honest about their dark intentions. I might even be able to convince more of them to take up my tailoring service for small favours." He shoots Suzaku the ghost of a sly smile over his shoulder "And if you feel like matching me with drinks, I'll get to repay this favour and help you stagger home."