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come_sailaway2022-11-24 06:35 pm
businessorlibation) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-24 06:35 pm
[OPEN LOG/MINGLE] Teeth Lessons
Fliers are hung in proper prominent spots on the ship by Thursday evening:
Johnny Summer spends most of Friday, Saturday and Sunday in Topy, with mannequins dressed in his suits from home, shoes and shine kits, his handkerchiefs made by Watson at a station to be folded into pocket squares. It's a casual sort of drop-in space, mostly him making himself available for talks of multiple kinds, using "gentleman lessons" as a nice wrapper to contain them.
But also, he absolutely will expound on the benefits of the Windsor knot for a necktie, show you how to do a bowtie, offer tips for shoe shining, and otherwise be your gay fashion friend.
Johnny Summer spends most of Friday, Saturday and Sunday in Topy, with mannequins dressed in his suits from home, shoes and shine kits, his handkerchiefs made by Watson at a station to be folded into pocket squares. It's a casual sort of drop-in space, mostly him making himself available for talks of multiple kinds, using "gentleman lessons" as a nice wrapper to contain them.
But also, he absolutely will expound on the benefits of the Windsor knot for a necktie, show you how to do a bowtie, offer tips for shoe shining, and otherwise be your gay fashion friend.
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Become part of the pack. She groans. "You and Erin really are friends aren't you? Same metaphors and everything."
She flicks her tongue over her own teeth and, feeling far too exposed now just stood in the open space, finally drags herself onto a stool a little ways away from him. Keeping an eye on him now seems to override the need to have her eye on an exit, though she's kept her path to it as clear as possible.
"I'm not—" A huff of air. "If I wanted to kill you all, turn on you again, I'd've torn Erin's throat out when she offered it. I had— I got memories. New memories. And... look at me." She plucks at her own shirt, even picked from the Tommy's it's too big for her. "I got like this for a reason. But I can't just roll over and trust you all either."