And stranger than your sympathy [CLOSED / INCOMPLETE]
Who: Illumi Zaoldyeck & Hisoka
WHAT: The Seventy-Third Hell is Cosplay
WHERE: The Marketplace
WHEN: Day 300
He hated that place, hated that he worked there even more. Manadrive Cafe. Cheap excuse for strangely excitable girls to pay him significantly less money than he usually demanded for self-degradation so they could put him in outfits he abhorred. 'Cosplay' they called it. And today was worse than usually, they'd been so busy at the end of his shift that he'd found himself standing outside bereft of the assistance of the girls that usuaklly helped him out of whatever it was they'd decided to dress him in that day. Thin glossed lips pulled into a frown in annoyance. He didn't know how to get his hands free, of else he would have just dispensed with the pleasantries and shredded the damn thing down to small swatches of velvet, lace and ribbon.
Velvet cat ears were secured in his long black hair and velvet gloves that went up past his elbows curled his fingers into a form resembling paws, and were being very resistant to his efforts to get free. Though hard to imagine, his outfit actually got worse from there. White shirt with short, very puffed sleeves tied with black bows; the front had a placket that was lace, and edged with a single row of ruffles. Black taffeta ribbons were sewn to the side and tied in the back in a large bow... Right above the skirt. Pleated black fabric with white eyelet lace clinging to the hem. Words could not express his hatred.
He was creeping very carefully through the marketplace, sticking to the shadows as best he could. If Hisoka saw him like this... Black leather boots stepped a little bit more forcefully than he'd intended to at the mere thought. Take a deep breath, remind himself of the stone, of his powers. Having them back... However, that frown was still very evident on those lips.
It would be his luck.
WHAT: The Seventy-Third Hell is Cosplay
WHERE: The Marketplace
WHEN: Day 300
He hated that place, hated that he worked there even more. Manadrive Cafe. Cheap excuse for strangely excitable girls to pay him significantly less money than he usually demanded for self-degradation so they could put him in outfits he abhorred. 'Cosplay' they called it. And today was worse than usually, they'd been so busy at the end of his shift that he'd found himself standing outside bereft of the assistance of the girls that usuaklly helped him out of whatever it was they'd decided to dress him in that day. Thin glossed lips pulled into a frown in annoyance. He didn't know how to get his hands free, of else he would have just dispensed with the pleasantries and shredded the damn thing down to small swatches of velvet, lace and ribbon.
Velvet cat ears were secured in his long black hair and velvet gloves that went up past his elbows curled his fingers into a form resembling paws, and were being very resistant to his efforts to get free. Though hard to imagine, his outfit actually got worse from there. White shirt with short, very puffed sleeves tied with black bows; the front had a placket that was lace, and edged with a single row of ruffles. Black taffeta ribbons were sewn to the side and tied in the back in a large bow... Right above the skirt. Pleated black fabric with white eyelet lace clinging to the hem. Words could not express his hatred.
He was creeping very carefully through the marketplace, sticking to the shadows as best he could. If Hisoka saw him like this... Black leather boots stepped a little bit more forcefully than he'd intended to at the mere thought. Take a deep breath, remind himself of the stone, of his powers. Having them back... However, that frown was still very evident on those lips.
It would be his luck.