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Player: kuja_rang
Subject: Ban Midou
Table: B
Prompt: 26: Formalwear [Writer's Choice]
Notes: I'm done spamming for the night. Inspired by Elton John's Something About the Way You Look Tonight.
It just never crossed his mind, the thought of dressing up for someone. When he dressed up, it had to have a reason for it, and nine times out of ten, it was for work. Formalwear was necessary in order to infiltrate and retrieve Madoka's Stradivarius; after all, quintets for a yakuza dinner didn't wear jeans and t-shirts to a gig unless they wanted it to be the last one they ever had. It was also needed when he and Ginji went in and got back the arms of the Venus de Milo for Clayman. Nevermind the ultimate fate of said arms.
Thus, when the GetBackers had caught up with Shido at the park before Madoka's recital and seen him - in a suit, with slicked-back hair - Ban had needed to stifle his laughter. At that moment, the main objective was getting Hevn out of harm's way and making sure Shido managed to kick the spider guy's ass. Mocking him over his resemblance to Tseng from Final Fantasy VII would have to wait for another day.
When he'd asked Rider out to Giselle's ball in New York City though, it hadn't struck Ban until after Rider had accepted that he'd need to dress formally for it. And this time, it wasn't for a job, but a date.
Now it was his turn to be teased for dressing up, though Ban refused to tame his hair, much to Hevn's chagrin. It was already a pain in the ass enough to straighten when it wasn't damp, and he was already irritated enough with the stuffiness of the suit jacket and shirt. Only after he'd gotten the worldhop to New York did he loosen the coat and unbutton the first few buttons of the dress shirt. It lessened the stiffness, and helped him to relax.
Despite the noisiness of the front hall, he'd sensed Rider's footsteps when she entered the building; when he caught sight of her, it was all Ban could do to not swallow his cigarette in shock. Seeing her there, clad in an elegant black gown...just something about the way she looked that night...suddenly it made sense. Now he knew why Shido had gone to all the trouble for Madoka.
Not that he was going to blurt that out now.
Subject: Ban Midou
Table: B
Prompt: 26: Formalwear [Writer's Choice]
Notes: I'm done spamming for the night. Inspired by Elton John's Something About the Way You Look Tonight.
It just never crossed his mind, the thought of dressing up for someone. When he dressed up, it had to have a reason for it, and nine times out of ten, it was for work. Formalwear was necessary in order to infiltrate and retrieve Madoka's Stradivarius; after all, quintets for a yakuza dinner didn't wear jeans and t-shirts to a gig unless they wanted it to be the last one they ever had. It was also needed when he and Ginji went in and got back the arms of the Venus de Milo for Clayman. Nevermind the ultimate fate of said arms.
Thus, when the GetBackers had caught up with Shido at the park before Madoka's recital and seen him - in a suit, with slicked-back hair - Ban had needed to stifle his laughter. At that moment, the main objective was getting Hevn out of harm's way and making sure Shido managed to kick the spider guy's ass. Mocking him over his resemblance to Tseng from Final Fantasy VII would have to wait for another day.
When he'd asked Rider out to Giselle's ball in New York City though, it hadn't struck Ban until after Rider had accepted that he'd need to dress formally for it. And this time, it wasn't for a job, but a date.
Now it was his turn to be teased for dressing up, though Ban refused to tame his hair, much to Hevn's chagrin. It was already a pain in the ass enough to straighten when it wasn't damp, and he was already irritated enough with the stuffiness of the suit jacket and shirt. Only after he'd gotten the worldhop to New York did he loosen the coat and unbutton the first few buttons of the dress shirt. It lessened the stiffness, and helped him to relax.
Despite the noisiness of the front hall, he'd sensed Rider's footsteps when she entered the building; when he caught sight of her, it was all Ban could do to not swallow his cigarette in shock. Seeing her there, clad in an elegant black gown...just something about the way she looked that night...suddenly it made sense. Now he knew why Shido had gone to all the trouble for Madoka.
Not that he was going to blurt that out now.