nothing suits me like a suit

[sanguinosi]

WHO: Ladd (sanguinosi) and Oswald (motherflocker)
WHERE: At a classy tailor's, somewhere in the City.
WHEN: Afternoon of the 23rd.
WARNINGS: Ladd will be creepy.
SUMMARY: After their fun experience travelling up from Antarctica together a while back, two amazing friends bump into each other whilst looking for new suits.
FORMAT: Action to start, whatever afterwards!

[With a new job on the horizon, the promise of more cash had begun to fire up in Ladd's mind. After a few months of relatively low income, Ladd felt it was about time that he got some more money in his wallet. With that prospect arriving, he felt it was about time to invest in something that really mattered.

He needed a new suit. And that's why he's sitting on a chair in a vest, his underwear, and some socks, waiting for his measurement to begin. Let's just hope no one else walks in!!]

Comments

[motherflocker]

[ Except someone did walk in, and that person would (awkwardly) know that pair of bare legs in underwear thanks to a terrible detour in Antarctica. He had come in because a new suit was in order, and only the best would do for the prospect of hobnobbing with the richest and wealthiest int he City, and getting the opportunity to hear some of their secrets.

But what did one say to the person they'd literally only shared a trip hiking back to the City from Antarctica in their underwear? ]

Ah, I see you've only made minor changes to your wardrobe since the last time we met.

[ He said it once there was nobody else in the room, waiting for his own tailor, although he was impeccably dressed for the moment. ]

[sanguinosi]

[Ladd takes a good look up and down at the newcomer, before that awful little smile of his cracks his face in two. He remembers the man well, but he would never claim he gave two shits about his existence, despite his apparent wealth.]

You like it? I don't know if the vest is too much, really.

[He's not getting up from the chair, but he sits up straight to show he's at least paying attention. After all, there wasn't anything else to do as he sat around like a chump.]

[motherflocker]

No, I think it adds just that perfect something. Dressing up whilst still... [ He doesn't look down, but there's a moment where he tips his head. If it had been a woman, he most certainly would have, but he had no interest in giving him a once over. Ew.]

Dressing down. Although I hadn't expected you to be the sort who visited a tailor.

[sanguinosi]

Hey, now! That's an unfair judgment of my character. Really, I'm hurt that you would even insinuate something like that about me!

[He crosses one leg and lays it over the other, giving himself a little more dignity. Not that he really cares in the first place.]

See, I'm from the sort of time that expected a little class in your everyday wear. And call me old fashioned, but suits just make a man look a hell of a lot better, you see? Though, not in all cases!

[He laughs a little at that, clearly a bit amused by his own joke.]

Just kidding of course! You look a hell of a lot better than I remember you looking in Antarctica. Course, I doubt many of us looked our best that day!

[motherflocker]

Indeed we didn't. [ His tone soured, and he gave the man something of an annoyed glance through his monocle-covered eye. He lightly tapped the umbrella he'd walked in with against his shoulder, Percival always just the command away from ready to attack. ]

Of course, it's very difficult to look good in the snow, freezing to death, now is it?

[sanguinosi]

I was the only one freezing to death, really. It seemed like you and that short guy had no problem with wandering around that hellhole for a few more minutes! I guess that's just how those superpowers work out, huh?

[He's certainly giving that umbrella a cautious watch, recalling an incident in Antarctica involving umbrellas and birds. He's not expecting an attack, especially not from this guy, but there's no such thing as too careful.]

It's just a shame there ain't more super tailors around here. You've got to wait a while before anything gets done in this place, which I'm just figuring out now.

[motherflocker]

Well, you can hardly rush art, can you? I would rather wait for the perfect suit than rush it and have something sub-par.

[ Of course, if it wasn't completed in what was his time standards, there would be hell to play. He was hardly as patient as he sold himself as. ]

If one were to use powers to create suits, I do believe there would be something that ruined it.

[sanguinosi]

I would've never guessed you were such a stickler for proper suits! Then again, I'm guessing that's why you chose this guy in the first place. Y'know if he's as good as the price keeps suggesting?

[Of course, Ladd doesn't mind the price at all, but he also doesn't mind killing a tailor who annoys him a little too much. He's perfectly content to wait a little longer out here anyway.]

[motherflocker]

He's exceeds my every expectation every time. [ And from Oswald, that really was high praise. The man did not like being crossed, and it took a very specific sort of person to not only meet his standards, but also exceed them, and put up with his occasionally ridiculous demands. Such as a perfectly tailored tuxedo by next week, which was a very tall order, but he'd agreed to it. ]

I think you'll find that his work is worth every penny.

[sanguinosi]

See, this is the advantage of knowing a man of such high taste! I know exactly what I should be blowing all my cash on. It makes it a lot easier!

[If the insult is intended or not, it is pretty hard to tell considering the same smile is plastered over his face.]

[motherflocker]

[ Intended or not, Oswald does not suffer insults well. In fact, his expression falters for a moment, his pleased smile souring for a moment, before he coughed, before making a motion to remove his jacket. He'd been waiting long enough, the tailor should be coming out for him soon enough. ]

Yes, indeed. Certainly if you want to look professional now and then.

[sanguinosi]

And in my line of work, you've always got to look professional. It's only polite to look your best if you're about to kill someone, so they say. I guess they want their last sight to be easy on the eyes!

[He laughs again at this. If Oswald was feeling uncomfortable, he's either not noticing or just ignoring it completely.]