Post by DegasVilku on May 4, 2016 19:08:33 GMT -5
Degas Vilku
Blight of the wolf
Degas was ecstatic to get this all expense paid trip from one of his patrons. He looked around the town of London. He just smiled and greeted those who looked at him with a good day. He got many a strange look but he didn't care. He was dressed rather simply in a wife beater and jeans. While he may blend in to an extent he was sure he gave off the air of a tourist.
He decided to walk to the clothing store near his hotel. He planned on attending a ball later that evening. He wondered if he should dressed as a man or woman. it was always so much fun to see a guys face turn to one of horror. He smiled at himself. He would have laughed but he stood out as was.
He turned the final corner heading into the store. He looked at the finely tailored clothes and hummed as he browsed. He took to a rather nicely tailored blue suit. The dark blue stood out against his red eyes and hair. While he liked it well enough the colors clashed a bit. He looked to the tailor who started suggesting yellows and oranges and reds. Such colored suites only worked for some and he dismissed them quickly.
If he was to wear red he'd wear a dress. No a traditional black one would do. With a red rose pin. Hmmm a flared shirt as well.
"A black suit, red rose with a flared lacy shirt. Cut no expenses." After all he was never paying for it.
The man looked at him with a scrutinizing eye. He clapped his hands and glared watching the tailor disappear into the back for the closest size. He looked at the dresses while he waited for his fitting. His hands roaming them feeling the quality of their work.
He decided to walk to the clothing store near his hotel. He planned on attending a ball later that evening. He wondered if he should dressed as a man or woman. it was always so much fun to see a guys face turn to one of horror. He smiled at himself. He would have laughed but he stood out as was.
He turned the final corner heading into the store. He looked at the finely tailored clothes and hummed as he browsed. He took to a rather nicely tailored blue suit. The dark blue stood out against his red eyes and hair. While he liked it well enough the colors clashed a bit. He looked to the tailor who started suggesting yellows and oranges and reds. Such colored suites only worked for some and he dismissed them quickly.
If he was to wear red he'd wear a dress. No a traditional black one would do. With a red rose pin. Hmmm a flared shirt as well.
"A black suit, red rose with a flared lacy shirt. Cut no expenses." After all he was never paying for it.
The man looked at him with a scrutinizing eye. He clapped his hands and glared watching the tailor disappear into the back for the closest size. He looked at the dresses while he waited for his fitting. His hands roaming them feeling the quality of their work.
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