For the record, Sphere?
- No, I do not need
an eyepatch.
- No, I do not like
frills.
- No, I do not know what the point is of
making me wear shorts is when my socks go all the way up to my knees anyway.
- No, I do not get why I need to wear
suspender garter things for my socks anyways. Through apparently Argent does.
- No, I do not it compromises the integrity of this outfit if I
skip the bodice.
- No, I do not see the point of
my tiny -- though jaunty -- little hat.
I have no idea what half of the things in my closet actually do clothing-wise. The amount of buttons, snaps, and lace-ups is kind of ridiculous. I'm just lucky that my roommate comes from like Victorian times or whatever so that I wasn't heading out the door this morning half undressed, since I didn't know where anything went and couldn't reach half of the closure-dealie-bops on my own.
And -- a public service announcement to anybody who snickers at my hat, I will use bodily force to defend my now-threatened masculinity. Survey says a skirt would have been so much better. Why, why a tiny hat?
[ ooc :: as seen in the links above, Throne's wardrobe has become the young master Ciel Phantomhive's wardrobe from Kuroshitsuji -- aka Black Butler. Victorian gothic lolita boyfashion. Yay. ]