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

[spadeatheart.livejournal.com]

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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[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

Blythe is just minding her own business, walking from her office to her room with paperwork under her arm, when she runs into a shirtless man.

A shirtless man.

Of course, her first reaction is to whirl around, clapping a hand over her eyes. Only after a moment does she realize that 'god, Blythe Merrick, he's only shirtless, get a grip'. Still, she doesn't look back at him as she says dryly, "Please wear some clothes."

[spadeatheart.livejournal.com]

Vince turns, smiling his most flirty innocent smile at her. "I wear pants, lovely. Isn't that enough?~"

He's barefoot, too.

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

"No." Most definitely not. And she's not blushing either, so don't even dare mention how she's turning faintly pink. "I'm fairly sure that I'm not the only one who doesn't want to see you going around half-naked." Not that she's properly seen him as it is.

[spadeatheart.livejournal.com]

Alright, Vince already thinks she is absolutely adorable. Though he cannot ignore her lack of looking.

"Ah, but darling, you haven't even looked yet! Trust me, it suits me well."

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

"What part of 'I don't want to see you shirtless' do you not understand?" She shifts the papers she's holding, obstinately not even peeking in his direction. "Don't you have any shirts to wear?"

[spadeatheart.livejournal.com]

"The part that turns it into a nightmarish vision to you, lovely."

Seriously, Blythe, YOU could go shirtless all day, HE wouldn't complain.

[somuchheart.livejournal.com]

"Stop- It's not nightmarish. It's just... crude." Huh. You're really funny, Vincent.