[It doesn't take long for him to get to the door, but that's only because he's been sitting on the very edge of the couch perfectly still and trying to act like he's cool when in fact at the moment he's anything but. Sure, he could've had Star get the door, too, but — no. Nope. This is it.
Showtime.
Does he feel like kind of an idiot, answering the door in shirtsleeves, a waistcoat, and even an actual cravat paired with his black uniform pants and stocking feet? Absolutely. Is it way too hot for the fingerless leather gloves he's got on his hands? Without a doubt. Is his hat conspicuously missing and his hair smelling faintly of being freshly washed with rose-scented shampoo? It certainly is.
He's had a lot of time to plan for this. And what he'd ultimately arrived on (thanks Abbacchio) is, sometimes the best gift isn't a tangible one — it's an experience.
He sucks in a slow breath as he pulls open the door, trying not to slouch as much because the waistcoat is formfitted and considerably more constricting than a T-shirt as because, well, he's just trying not to slouch generally.]
Hey.
[How the fuck did old-timey people do this, he feels like there's a collar around his neck with every swallow. Of course, the person he's appealing to is half-vampire; emphasis on the neck does have its perks.]
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Showtime.
Does he feel like kind of an idiot, answering the door in shirtsleeves, a waistcoat, and even an actual cravat paired with his black uniform pants and stocking feet? Absolutely. Is it way too hot for the fingerless leather gloves he's got on his hands? Without a doubt. Is his hat conspicuously missing and his hair smelling faintly of being freshly washed with rose-scented shampoo? It certainly is.
He's had a lot of time to plan for this. And what he'd ultimately arrived on (thanks Abbacchio) is, sometimes the best gift isn't a tangible one — it's an experience.
He sucks in a slow breath as he pulls open the door, trying not to slouch as much because the waistcoat is formfitted and considerably more constricting than a T-shirt as because, well, he's just trying not to slouch generally.]
Hey.
[How the fuck did old-timey people do this, he feels like there's a collar around his neck with every swallow. Of course, the person he's appealing to is half-vampire; emphasis on the neck does have its perks.]
C'mon in. Happy birthday.