Maid costumes, bad, bad, bad romances and frying pans.
Who: Gilbert and Elizaveta
When: September 18th, in the morning~
Where: Gilbert's costume shop (Theatricality)
What: Elizaveta finds Gilbert while looking for a maid outfit.. Gilbert hopes that this isn't the end of his conceiving days.
Okay, it was the first day his shop was open. Again. Awesome. A few people had already come buy and he had sold a mysterious wig to a very nice Asian girl who seemed rather pleased with the costumes and promised to come by again one day. So that was nice. When he wasn't helping customers or cleaning up the costumes, he would sit behind his desk, sketching out in his sketchbook like a cool kid.
He couldn't help but keep draw Jo over and over again. It wasn't his fault really, she just looked good in all the colourful outfits that came to mind. A part of him really wanted her to drop by again and yet another part of him had a suspicion that it was all just a clever ruse. For now, he just hoped that she would pop by again.
The bell over the door ran and he glanced over, abut to say welcome when he got a good look at the girl. Tall, brunette, slim, pretty, flower in her hair? He ducked under the counter immediately while Gilbird, in his cage, started to chirrup at the sight of her, fluttering out of the open cage door and nestling into her hair.
Shiiiiiiiit.
When: September 18th, in the morning~
Where: Gilbert's costume shop (Theatricality)
What: Elizaveta finds Gilbert while looking for a maid outfit.. Gilbert hopes that this isn't the end of his conceiving days.
Okay, it was the first day his shop was open. Again. Awesome. A few people had already come buy and he had sold a mysterious wig to a very nice Asian girl who seemed rather pleased with the costumes and promised to come by again one day. So that was nice. When he wasn't helping customers or cleaning up the costumes, he would sit behind his desk, sketching out in his sketchbook like a cool kid.
He couldn't help but keep draw Jo over and over again. It wasn't his fault really, she just looked good in all the colourful outfits that came to mind. A part of him really wanted her to drop by again and yet another part of him had a suspicion that it was all just a clever ruse. For now, he just hoped that she would pop by again.
The bell over the door ran and he glanced over, abut to say welcome when he got a good look at the girl. Tall, brunette, slim, pretty, flower in her hair? He ducked under the counter immediately while Gilbird, in his cage, started to chirrup at the sight of her, fluttering out of the open cage door and nestling into her hair.
Shiiiiiiiit.