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[peanutblooder]

WHO: This kid, tastingcolors and seeingeyespit, and girlyboywonder.
WHERE: Tavros's apartment at the MAC
WHEN: backdated to last weekend, before monsters
WARNINGS: None, really
SUMMARY: The human Pan had one reasonable girl to keep him in line. The troll one needs three.
FORMAT: WE DO WHAT WE WANT

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[tastesrainbows]

Kanaya knocked on the door and entered the moment she heard a word of acknowledgement.

Upon that entrance, however, she stopped, knit her brows, and placed a hand on her hip. "Oh. I do hope that isn't what you intended to garb yourself in."

[peanutblooder]

"Oh. Hi, Kanaya, I, uhhh... I was... I guess I sort of forgot about time a little."

He's got his shirt off, ignoring where it's snagged on his horn.

"Um. Would you like some tea?"

[tastesrainbows]

"It will keep, there are other things to see to that are of particularly higher priority. Namely, getting you properly dressed."

And with that, she moved to his bedroom and began to subject the items within to a rigorous selection process.

[peanutblooder]

With barely an audible sigh, Tavros gives in and tugs the shirt free. Around anyone else he'd probably be shy, but Kanaya was so businesslike that he didn't even think about it.

Tavros didn't have a huge wardrobe, but Kanaya would almost certainly noticed that there are one or two more zippered black shirts, and that a few of his black jeans are torn. That he's a little more worried about, and how torn up his shoes are, but hopefully those will pass under the radar because they're already on his feet. (Oh god, he went shopping in his pajamas. In socks and sandals. There is no hope, and there never was any.)

There was really only one thing he didn't need to worry about right now, nd that was whether or not the final result was stylish. He was but a few awareness bracelets shy of displacing Eridan as the prince of hipsters.