13 [Accidental Video]- Backdated to the 19th

[p0ker_alice]

[As what tends to happen bimonthly in this place, Faye hates her life. But this particular little stunt by the Animus might top them all.

Why? As of this morning, Faye's normal wardrobe, that ridiculous yellow get-up she insists on wearing all the time, has disappeared and is nowhere to be found. (But not for a lack of trying... in fact, she's

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[realfolkinblue]

[Ha! Now that's a sight.]

Like the new look, Faye.

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[p0ker_alice]

[This look. That's all he gets. ... With an implied "Shut up, lunkhead" in that look as well, just for good measure.]

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[realfolkinblue]

[A smirk. The ultimate glare deflector.]

What? You don't like it? It suits you.

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[p0ker_alice]

[Do you want to die today, Spiegel? Or have a certain part of you turn a lovely shade of blue? Then keep talking.]

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[realfolkinblue]

[Don't you know? Spike has a death wish. He stands, coming closer to inspect her garment, his suit not looking too extremely out of the ordinary, for him at least.]

I don't think I've ever seen you in so much... clothing before.

[He reaches out to touch the black accents on the skirt. He really does like the blue on you.]

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[p0ker_alice]

[She'll get around to mocking his suit eventually, never fear.]

Don't get used to it.

[Though that pout is still ever present on her face, she lets him come closer and do that. Because maybe she can sort of tell that he likes it. And she'll never admit it, but she secretly enjoys that, and makes this whole arrangement... marginally less bad. But still bad.]

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[realfolkinblue]

I don't think I can.

[He can tell he's maybe starting to butter her up. But he never gets tired of that pout.]

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[p0ker_alice]

Good.

[She's still mad at this whole thing, but.... Damn him and his buttering up skills. She sighs, and the severity of that pout begins to dissipate a little. Just a little. At least enough for her to turn her attention to him and start to form a smirk on that face.]

... You look ridiculous.

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[realfolkinblue]

Really?
I don't think I look half bad.

[He peers into the mirror and adjusts his jacket and tie.]

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[p0ker_alice]

[No, he really does look ridiculous. And it amuses her to no end. (Look at him, cheering her up in a roundabout way.)]

You wouldn't.

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[realfolkinblue]

I think I could live with it.
It's a little old timey, but... I could make it work.
[He's glad she's at least feeling better about it.]

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[p0ker_alice]

... And how are you going to do that?

[A little. Not a lot. Expect a lot of complaining over the course of this week.]

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[realfolkinblue]

[He checks himself out once more, slightly wedging himself between her and the mirror.]

Somehow.
[Spoken quite confidently. Oh, he's bracing himself for the complaining already.]

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[p0ker_alice]

[Hey now, did she tell him she was done with that mirror yet? Don't think so. She puts her hand on his shoulder and tries to shove him out of the way. (Albeit more playfully than anything else, honestly.)]

Let me know how that goes.

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[realfolkinblue]

[He steps back a little, wearing a smirk.]
You'll know.

[He moves up behind her, admiring his reflection form over her shoulder. Although now it's more for show than anything.]

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[p0ker_alice]

I doubt it.

[Pfft, what's there to admire? He still looks ridiculous.]