Canon is The Parasol Protectorate

[goldenbrocade]

My darling turtle dove, I must congratulate you on such excellent choice as to let me be free in your lovely mind space. I must say that the company is rather exciting, although the music can be a bit better. May I suggest some agreeable pieces by Handel or Weiss?

Ah? No?

I suppose I will have to make do so long as you keep playing that one adorable man, but must he wear so little? Imagination is far better than the actually some times. Although not so much in this case.

OH! There is one tiny, itty, bitty quibble I have. Can you do something about these drab icons? They are so lifeless!

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[not_so_big_and_bad]

Talk about guys into old-school music.

[goldenbrocade]

Old school? Oh la, my darling little wolfy. I forgot they had departed the mortal coil a mere few years ago.

[not_so_big_and_bad]

...Oh, you're from that far back. That would explain the foppish clothing, then. Awfully frilly, back then.

[goldenbrocade]

Well! I do not know what you mean by such nonsense!

[not_so_big_and_bad]

Oh, come on. Look at what you're wearin'. Now look at what I'm wearin'.

[goldenbrocade]

You do look like a common ruffian in that monstrosity!

[not_so_big_and_bad]

Ruffian? I can't say I have a problem with that statement. I am a bit of a ruffian. This IS how most people my age dress, though, in my time.

[socialdisaster]

[There's a Squall linefacing at you. Just. So much linefacing. He can't figure out why his mun is laughing.]

[goldenbrocade]

Why such a glum face? Did you have one too many lemons with your tea? Oh, how sad that such a lovely face is looking so sour

Come. Let me help you, my glum little turtledove!

[socialdisaster]

(What the...?)

[This guy is really giving Squall the creeps.]

...I'll pass.

[goldenbrocade]

Well, I suppose I am being a tad dramatic. Oh dear, what a sad state of affairs.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Akeldama. [ Dimples and all but sparkles and yup, there are his itty bitty teeth showing. ]

[socialdisaster]

[He feels like he's going to regret this.]

Name's Squall. [His expression remains as surly as ever.]

(What is he, a vampire?)

[goldenbrocade]

A pleasure! I do not believe that we have met before, correct OH! And here I was being so crass as to treat you like one of my close, dear friends! Oh my face must be red!

[ Not that it was, even though he whips out a fan and starts to fan himself. ]

/surprise backtag attack

[socialdisaster]

[Squall takes a step back and stares at him like he has three heads. And he thought Odine was over the top.]

No. I think I'd remember you. [Oh my god Squall don't say it like that.]

/eeeeks

[goldenbrocade]

[ At least he was only in his house coat of teal over a fine lilac vest and white dress shirt. ]

Oh you darling boy, you would say such things!

[ He took it as a compliment. Yup. ]