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lanselos_du_lac) wrote2024-02-01 08:45 pm
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[Open Post] ..Tuesday afternoon..
Lancelot feels that things have been a strange mix of tumult and routine. This is probably because they have. But today, so far, is routine in all respects. His day has proceeded apace through his usual steps -- drills, tending to Rivelin, coffee, lunch with Susan -- and the afternoon is now stretching out before him in a very satisfying way. He feels good, settled.
And so it is that he's in the café, reading (or mostly reading), with more coffee at hand. Given that he seems to be splitting time equally between having his eyes on his book and gazing out the window, he will not be bothered if anyone comes to chat.
And so it is that he's in the café, reading (or mostly reading), with more coffee at hand. Given that he seems to be splitting time equally between having his eyes on his book and gazing out the window, he will not be bothered if anyone comes to chat.
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He quickly and efficiently is out of his boots and swapping into the pants -- which fit fairly well, though they also feel a bit strange.
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"Hm. These might be better. There is less extra fabric. Though perhaps they're a bit tight."
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Then he disappears into the piles of clothes again for a minute or two, emerging with a thin white cotton t-shirt and a soft leather jacket. "Try these on with those jeans."
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But he takes the clothing, considering it before pulling off his tunic and sorting out the rest.
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He looks up from the pile then, and gives a teasing little wolf whistle. "Great look you have there, brother. Your stylist must be super fucking good at his job."
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"Oh."
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They would, he supposes, be surprised. He thinks they would be pleased. He isn't sure how he feels about it, but then he's often unsure of how he sees himself.
Eventually he says, "I like it. I think it's good. What do you think?"
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