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When Nathaniel comes downstairs Halloween night, he's shocked.
Shocked.
He stands on the landing, looking down at himself. He is, by no means, amused.
Well, maybe a little amused.
"Cute," he sighs, heading over to Bar. Walking in heels and fishnet stalkings is a piece of cake for this man, and he hops up onto a barstool. "French maid. Ha ha. I'm sure Asher will love it."
Nathaniel orders himself supper, pleased as punch to sit there and eat, or talk, should anyone poke the leopard.
[OOC: Slowtime must be called, but the post is open indefinitely. :D Yay?
Warning for smex in the Asher thread.]
Shocked.
He stands on the landing, looking down at himself. He is, by no means, amused.
Well, maybe a little amused.
"Cute," he sighs, heading over to Bar. Walking in heels and fishnet stalkings is a piece of cake for this man, and he hops up onto a barstool. "French maid. Ha ha. I'm sure Asher will love it."
Nathaniel orders himself supper, pleased as punch to sit there and eat, or talk, should anyone poke the leopard.
[OOC: Slowtime must be called, but the post is open indefinitely. :D Yay?
Warning for smex in the Asher thread.]