Mort and Johnny, Valentine's Day
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om_mainThe boys prepare for DEATH COMES TO PEMBERLEY. Stylin' and profilin' abounds.
John straighted out the collar on his paisley shirt, trying to make room for the cravat. "So, man, what are you wearing to the Death Comes to Pemberley party," he asked. Ostensibly to the mirror but in fact to Mort, who he could see over there doing... something behind him.
"I dunno, mate. I got the blue suit?" Mort said. He snagged a fly with his tongue, and then hopped up to sit on the chair. "You look right proper, though."
"Thanks!" John was still trying to tie the cravat when he turned. "Blue suit would look wicked cool, yeah. We could tie up a scarf like a cravat, probably?"
Mort nodded. "Could do. I only got the red scarf and the green one. Which d'you think?"
John frowned. Neither was a particularly good idea, he didn't think. "Is either silk? Or linen? Or you mean, like, the woolen ones?"
"Woolen ones," Mort said, frowning a mite.
"Nah, mate, won't do. Hang on." John turned and threw open his closet, digging through a drawer. "Here we go! I've got a few we can use... this one's just white, here's black with some stars on--oooh that's nice."
Mort's eyes went wide, with pleasant surprise nothing bad, at the sight of the one with starts. "That's right, that is," he agreed, hopping closer to check it out on closer inspection.
"Go and put your shirt on," John suggested, holding up the scarf for inspection. "I'll figure out how to tie this thing on; you'll look dead cool."
He made his way back to his own bed, where the baby blue tuxedo was laid out. Mort picked up the cream coloured shirt, and pulled it on over his (maybe slightly dingy) undershirt. He began buttoning the shirt, pleased as always by the ruffles - what sort of tuxedo shirt didn't have ruffles? That done, he hopped back over to Johnny's side.
John flicked at the ruffles--which he also loved, obviously--and started tucking the scarf around his neck, making sure to leave it even on both ends. "Now I can't do anything too fancy--though we could go to the internet for that--but we don't need to be too Beau Brummel anyhow. Simple tie should do just fine..." His long fingers plucked and pulled at the scarf--it was easier on someone else, as it turned out.
Mort tried to hold still, rather than rocking back and forth on his feet like he wanted to, while St. John got him all set up. "Simple but sexy."
John managed to make something of it, then grinned happily. "Like us! There now, look at you!"
The Toad turned, so he was facing their rooms full-length mirror. Round and round he turned, checking all of his angles. "Fuck yeah, mate. I look fantastic, don't I?"
"Damn right!" John stepped back to watch him in the mirror, grinning hugely. Lanky little bastard was looking good, for sure. "Who are we impressing today? Got to be someone coming to the showing you'd like to look good for, right?"
Or maybe Mort was aro, but... John wasn't sure. Hmm. Was it rude to ask? He'd never have considered that, before Bigby, but he reckoned that was a good thing.
"The ladies, bro," Mort assured him. "All the eligible ladies."
"Let's go find them, then!" John reached out for a fist bump, grinning.
Mort grinned broadly, showing all of his slightly-yellowed teeth. "Let's do it, mate."
John straighted out the collar on his paisley shirt, trying to make room for the cravat. "So, man, what are you wearing to the Death Comes to Pemberley party," he asked. Ostensibly to the mirror but in fact to Mort, who he could see over there doing... something behind him.
"I dunno, mate. I got the blue suit?" Mort said. He snagged a fly with his tongue, and then hopped up to sit on the chair. "You look right proper, though."
"Thanks!" John was still trying to tie the cravat when he turned. "Blue suit would look wicked cool, yeah. We could tie up a scarf like a cravat, probably?"
Mort nodded. "Could do. I only got the red scarf and the green one. Which d'you think?"
John frowned. Neither was a particularly good idea, he didn't think. "Is either silk? Or linen? Or you mean, like, the woolen ones?"
"Woolen ones," Mort said, frowning a mite.
"Nah, mate, won't do. Hang on." John turned and threw open his closet, digging through a drawer. "Here we go! I've got a few we can use... this one's just white, here's black with some stars on--oooh that's nice."
Mort's eyes went wide, with pleasant surprise nothing bad, at the sight of the one with starts. "That's right, that is," he agreed, hopping closer to check it out on closer inspection.
"Go and put your shirt on," John suggested, holding up the scarf for inspection. "I'll figure out how to tie this thing on; you'll look dead cool."
He made his way back to his own bed, where the baby blue tuxedo was laid out. Mort picked up the cream coloured shirt, and pulled it on over his (maybe slightly dingy) undershirt. He began buttoning the shirt, pleased as always by the ruffles - what sort of tuxedo shirt didn't have ruffles? That done, he hopped back over to Johnny's side.
John flicked at the ruffles--which he also loved, obviously--and started tucking the scarf around his neck, making sure to leave it even on both ends. "Now I can't do anything too fancy--though we could go to the internet for that--but we don't need to be too Beau Brummel anyhow. Simple tie should do just fine..." His long fingers plucked and pulled at the scarf--it was easier on someone else, as it turned out.
Mort tried to hold still, rather than rocking back and forth on his feet like he wanted to, while St. John got him all set up. "Simple but sexy."
John managed to make something of it, then grinned happily. "Like us! There now, look at you!"
The Toad turned, so he was facing their rooms full-length mirror. Round and round he turned, checking all of his angles. "Fuck yeah, mate. I look fantastic, don't I?"
"Damn right!" John stepped back to watch him in the mirror, grinning hugely. Lanky little bastard was looking good, for sure. "Who are we impressing today? Got to be someone coming to the showing you'd like to look good for, right?"
Or maybe Mort was aro, but... John wasn't sure. Hmm. Was it rude to ask? He'd never have considered that, before Bigby, but he reckoned that was a good thing.
"The ladies, bro," Mort assured him. "All the eligible ladies."
"Let's go find them, then!" John reached out for a fist bump, grinning.
Mort grinned broadly, showing all of his slightly-yellowed teeth. "Let's do it, mate."
