o5 ♫ Turnabout Fashion Sense
Characters: Klavier Gavin, Aziraphale, anyone else who wants to hop in (Crowley or Ema, for example~)
Location: Clothing store; somewhere in the markets.
Time: Afternoon (late 4pmish)
Style: Either's fine with me. I'll reply likewise.
Status: Let's see, as far as the main thread, uh, no. But you're free to bother Klavier before he finds Aziraphale~
Klavier was a man on a mission today. So what if he'd lost his sense of taste? That didn't matter (though it severely cut into his want to spring a surprise date on Ema...), because he had work to do. Work to do on a certain angel (not that he knew) who, of all things, still apparently thought tartan was stylish.
The problem is, it isn't.
Which is where he came in. Crowley had said he'd tell Aziraphale about him, so the guy probably would be expecting him. It'd be fine, right? That's why he's walking into the Middle District looking so triumphant and ready-to-fix-errors. Egregious errors. Once his face set upon Aziraphale, he'd be sure to drag the man toward the closest clothing store he could find and get to work. After all, as a public servant, he figured this was service to the people enough: bad fashion MUST be corrected!
... And if the angel lost his voice, all the better: he couldn't scream out "this outfit is terrible" or "help me!" ... Ohoho.
Location: Clothing store; somewhere in the markets.
Time: Afternoon (late 4pmish)
Style: Either's fine with me. I'll reply likewise.
Status: Let's see, as far as the main thread, uh, no. But you're free to bother Klavier before he finds Aziraphale~
Klavier was a man on a mission today. So what if he'd lost his sense of taste? That didn't matter (though it severely cut into his want to spring a surprise date on Ema...), because he had work to do. Work to do on a certain angel (not that he knew) who, of all things, still apparently thought tartan was stylish.
The problem is, it isn't.
Which is where he came in. Crowley had said he'd tell Aziraphale about him, so the guy probably would be expecting him. It'd be fine, right? That's why he's walking into the Middle District looking so triumphant and ready-to-fix-errors. Egregious errors. Once his face set upon Aziraphale, he'd be sure to drag the man toward the closest clothing store he could find and get to work. After all, as a public servant, he figured this was service to the people enough: bad fashion MUST be corrected!
... And if the angel lost his voice, all the better: he couldn't scream out "this outfit is terrible" or "help me!" ... Ohoho.