[Black tuxedo, red vest, red tie, red cufflinks (the color of arterial blood, a deep, dark color that gets into everything and stains), white shirt, black patent leather shoes that are shined enough to reflect, and crutches made from a torn-apart couch and covered in about six different colors of glitter.
Justin honestly had no interest in this gathering, and wouldn't have come if Val hadn't started shocking him. But there was food, and a "date" with Terezi wouldn't be too much of an annoyance.
Currently, he's just sitting at one of the tables, waiting for his date to arrive.]
[Terezi arrives before too long. It's hard to keep her away from a party, even if you wanted to. It doesn't help that Val provided her with a gorgeous red dress that was just sitting in her closet and begging to be worn, and how could she say no to that???
Or to her strapping young date, who she is delighted to note smells good enough to eat. Except she won't because she got yelled at about that last time. She bounds up to Justin, wobbling a little in her heels. Those aren't going to last very long.]
Hehe. You smell delectable! Do I still have to keep my promise not to lick your shirt?
[Terezi is not one to stand on customs. She would probably just laugh if Justin tried to treat her like a proper lady. And also tell him to sit the fuck down.]
I will try to restrain myself! I would hate to be reprimanded for ruining another outfit at these fancy dinner parties that we seem to have every year.
[She does lean in close to sniff at his vest and tie, though, before taking a seat across from him. Personal space is still not a thing.]
Why thank you, Mister Law! [She snickers at the irony of his name all over again and leans her elbows on the table.] You just watch, I will be the most well-behaved date to have ever won your favor.
[Considering oops this might possibly be the first date he has ever been on.
But enough about dates. Dinner exists and is all the way over on those tables over there. He stands, still a bit awkward with his crutches, but something about the fancy dress atmosphere is bringing him a little out of the more casual attitude he's slipped into here in the facility.]
[Whoops, this might be her first official date, too. At least as far as actually calling an outing a date goes...
She stands after he does, holding onto the table for a second to balance herself. These heels are going to be the death of her.]
Haha, sounds like a plan. Let's head in the direction of the nutrition table together in wobbly accord. If we're lucky, we'll make it there without causing any undue catastrophes. Or face planting into the table.
Justin honestly had no interest in this gathering, and wouldn't have come if Val hadn't started shocking him. But there was food, and a "date" with Terezi wouldn't be too much of an annoyance.
Currently, he's just sitting at one of the tables, waiting for his date to arrive.]
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Or to her strapping young date, who she is delighted to note smells good enough to eat. Except she won't because she got yelled at about that last time. She bounds up to Justin, wobbling a little in her heels. Those aren't going to last very long.]
Hehe. You smell delectable! Do I still have to keep my promise not to lick your shirt?
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I would rather you not lick my shirt or eat my tie, but if you simply cannot help yourself, I suppose I can let you.
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I will try to restrain myself! I would hate to be reprimanded for ruining another outfit at these fancy dinner parties that we seem to have every year.
[She does lean in close to sniff at his vest and tie, though, before taking a seat across from him. Personal space is still not a thing.]
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[Considering oops this might possibly be the first date he has ever been on.
But enough about dates. Dinner exists and is all the way over on those tables over there. He stands, still a bit awkward with his crutches, but something about the fancy dress atmosphere is bringing him a little out of the more casual attitude he's slipped into here in the facility.]
Shall we go get something to eat?
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She stands after he does, holding onto the table for a second to balance herself. These heels are going to be the death of her.]
Haha, sounds like a plan. Let's head in the direction of the nutrition table together in wobbly accord. If we're lucky, we'll make it there without causing any undue catastrophes. Or face planting into the table.
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Hey.
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Is your date enjoying himself?
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Oh uh. I kind of have two, but they're not real dates or anything.
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[Allen, he thinks, but he can't quite remember.]
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