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Normally, Kon liked the winter. It provided a much needed break from the fun in the sun and, by the time it was over, he was ready for it to be bright and warm again. This time, though, he absolutely hated it. It was cold and he was wearing the most godawful clothes he could imagine. They clung in awkward places and they itched and he didn't know how people wore them. He was totally looking forward to the end of the month when he could wear board shorts again.
He'd put up with the clothes for weeks, now, but he was sick of them to the point where he was deftermined to stay in front of the clothes box until he found something more comfortable to wear. He'd already scoured some of the shops in the area and all he'd found were shirts that were high at the neck and made him feel like he was strangling himself and pants that itched. As soon as he was up at the laundry, he shucked out of his shirt. The Victorian era had to have some kind of equivalent of the t-shirt, didn't it? And he would find it.
Okay, maybe a good part of it was that he felt ridiculous. These kinds of clothes weren't for him. He wasn't the suit-and-tie type. He'd leave that to Clark. Or...well...the other Clark. He wasn't sure he'd seen a tie on the Clark that was on the island. He'd have to ask if he ever wore those types of clothes. Or maybe he'd ask Lex. Lex would probably know.
As he went through the box, he started acquiring a collection. Vests and shirts of all types and colors were in the pile, but he still couldn't manage to find a single thing he liked. Was he going to have to go naked?
(Have a half-naked Kon. Open to ST/LT. If you're so inclined, feel free to have there be mistletoe over him, but if you do, please let me know first so he can react appropriately.)
He'd put up with the clothes for weeks, now, but he was sick of them to the point where he was deftermined to stay in front of the clothes box until he found something more comfortable to wear. He'd already scoured some of the shops in the area and all he'd found were shirts that were high at the neck and made him feel like he was strangling himself and pants that itched. As soon as he was up at the laundry, he shucked out of his shirt. The Victorian era had to have some kind of equivalent of the t-shirt, didn't it? And he would find it.
Okay, maybe a good part of it was that he felt ridiculous. These kinds of clothes weren't for him. He wasn't the suit-and-tie type. He'd leave that to Clark. Or...well...the other Clark. He wasn't sure he'd seen a tie on the Clark that was on the island. He'd have to ask if he ever wore those types of clothes. Or maybe he'd ask Lex. Lex would probably know.
As he went through the box, he started acquiring a collection. Vests and shirts of all types and colors were in the pile, but he still couldn't manage to find a single thing he liked. Was he going to have to go naked?
(Have a half-naked Kon. Open to ST/LT. If you're so inclined, feel free to have there be mistletoe over him, but if you do, please let me know first so he can react appropriately.)