houseofcards_rp | [ota/log] That's what you get...

Hours, many hours (at least three!) after discovering the lack of decent clothing in his closet, Vincent actually left his room.

It had taken a while for him to decide on his course of action, but the most sane of his option won out in the end - and no, the winning choice hadn't been "let's go streaking", after all. Sorry to disappoint, lords and ladies.

His way of handling this situation was a far more unfashionable, unnatural and traumatizing way of handling the situation. Simple, and if he may state so, brilliant and quite possibly only something he could pull of properly. And while he is relishing in all those shiny, self-loving thoughts, he pays absolutely no mind to the fact that he could just and simply go to one of his apartments and get into some of his normal clothes.

So, what is this Eight of Spades doing?

Well, going about his business as he usually would.

Wearing the tweeds. And nothing but the tweeds.

[OOC: He can be anywhere. Like, literally anywhere in the entire Deck.]

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What. No. What. This is. Why do you hurt his eyes like this? Adrien will just covertly grab Vincent's arm. No, perhaps covertly is the wrong word for it. More like... overtly. And whisper - wait, maybe it's a little louder than just a whisper - "What are you wearing?"

Vincent will, of course, try and use this opportunity to sweep Adrien into his arms.

"This, m'love, is the future." And the way he whispers this sounds so dead-serious. At least, he doesn't wear a shirt? Surely, no shirt is better than a mismatching one.

"No, darling, this is anything but the future." Sweeping each other into their arms sounds good. ~~Why do I feel like this is a common sight in Spades Castle?~~ No shirt is good shirt, always, but. "Tweed, dear. Try to understand."

~~Why, because it is.~~

"Tweed is a cloth sent straight from the lowest level of hell." He smirks, leaning in a little closer. "I still think I can pull it off quite well, don't you agree?"

"You can pull anything off, mon cher, but... there are most certainly things that you pull off that are much more flattering than this monstrosity." Adrien is ~~almost ~~legitimately distressed.~~~~

"Oh, certainly. The best proof for that would be the lack of clothes going with it. My Queen suggested geeky glasses, though..."

Vince is endlessly amused by the reaction, actually. Mainly because he agrees with every word Adrien said.

"There is a lack of clothes going with it because nothing goes with it." Does he need to forcibly change you, Vince. Because he will.

"... Maybe the glasses. They wouldn't be terrible. But-- no, don't distract me. Tweed. Why?"

"Because there aren't any other options. A Heart stole all my clothes."

Le gasp. "Poor darling. Would you like to borrow something?"

[ota/log] That's what you get...

I spy with my little eye... a promised double-tag. :O

All the luv! :D /also, LJ fails a little.

Just a little? :|

:| Well. IT SUCKS SO HARD IT JUST SUCKS. Like a sucking thing.

Adrien says that he wouldn't mind that out of context. ;3

XD Vince says Adrien can very much have that, too!

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FFFFF THIS IS AWESOME.

YOU KNOW IT.