Save me from a villainous imagination

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Dorian is just a few minutes late- like normal. But he looks exquisite as he knocks on Alan's door in his perfectly cut suit that fit him like a glove. He wasn't lying earlier, he would be dreading the party, and having his friend come out with him was just the thing he needed to make it through without resorting to alcohol at noon

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Alan opens the door, grinning when he sees who it is. He doesn't look half as exquisite as Dorian does, of course, but who does? He has made an attempt, in any case, and is wearing a suit that looks halfway reasonable.

"Hallo," he says, and gives Dorian an approving look-over. "Shall we go? I don't think the duchess of whatever-it-is will like it too much if we're late."

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Dorian smiles at Alan's attempt and leans in to gently smooth out the shoulders of his friend's suit, lingering for perhaps a moment too long.

"The duchess 'of whatever' doesn't care. She takes a silly pleasure in watching me misbehave."

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Alan leans to kiss his cheek cheerfully, and shrugs.

"Then I suppose we can be fashionably late, if she wants to see you misbehave."

[brushstrokesoul]

"What did you have in mind?"

Curious and snagging an arm around his waist to keep him close.