The Dresden Files / Bob / 02. Mirror
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Harry
Prompt: 02. Mirror
Word Count: 453
Rating: G
Summary: Harry has a wardrobe malfunction.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
"What do you think?" Harry tugged at the hem of his suit jacket. "Does it look okay?"
Bob walked around the younger wizard with measured steps, examining him from head to foot with a critical expression. "Perhaps you should summon an ambulance," he concluded.
"What? Why would I want to call an ambulance? I feel fine!"
"Clearly not if that is what you consider dress sense," said Bob with some disdain.
"It's the best suit I've got."
"It is brown."
"Yeah, so?"
"It is not a flattering color. I suggest that you choose another."
"The black suit makes me look like I'm going to a funeral," said Harry. "This is a date."
"Considering your luck with the ladies, it amounts to the same thing."
"Hardy har har, Bob." Harry turned back to the bathroom mirror and began to fumble with his tie. "I'll keep this one."
"You could wear the blue suit at the back of your closet."
"I hate that suit. It's too … I dunno. Not me."
"Of course not," said Bob. "How could it be? You've only worn it once."
"Because it makes me look like a dork."
"I beg to differ." Bob stepped once more into Harry's line of sight. Or rather, Harry stepped into his view.
"Hells Bells!" exclaimed Harry as he jumped back in surprise, smacking into the sink rim.
The doppelganger wore the blue pinstripe suit in question, neatly pressed and accessorized with a pale blue shirt and dark tie.
"Accessories make the man," Bob's cultured British voice came out of the other Harry's mouth. A kerchief suddenly appeared in the suit's breast pocket.
"You're creeping me out, Bob."
"No? A different tie, perhaps?" The dark tie changed color to a deep burgundy. "Or this one?" Now it was a shade of red with a threaded pattern. The kerchief shifted to match.
Harry had to admit that the ensemble didn't look half bad. In fact, it actually looked kind of good on him. Then again, everything looked good on Bob, even when he was wearing Harry's aspect.
"Where'd you say that suit was?"
"In the back of the closet, between your ceremonial robes and the Blackhawks jersey."
"Thanks," said Harry. He shrugged out of the brown suit coat and carelessly dropped it onto the floor. The other Harry watched him with an impassive expression. "Um, Bob?" He waggled his fingers at the ghost. "Do you mind?"
"Yes, of course." The doppelganger's features blurred and rearranged themselves into the old ghost's familiar pale features. His attire, however, did not change.
"Damn," sighed Harry as he yanked off the dull brown tie. "I was right. It does look better on you."
Bob regarded him with amusement. "Doesn't everything?"
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Harry
Prompt: 02. Mirror
Word Count: 453
Rating: G
Summary: Harry has a wardrobe malfunction.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
"What do you think?" Harry tugged at the hem of his suit jacket. "Does it look okay?"
Bob walked around the younger wizard with measured steps, examining him from head to foot with a critical expression. "Perhaps you should summon an ambulance," he concluded.
"What? Why would I want to call an ambulance? I feel fine!"
"Clearly not if that is what you consider dress sense," said Bob with some disdain.
"It's the best suit I've got."
"It is brown."
"Yeah, so?"
"It is not a flattering color. I suggest that you choose another."
"The black suit makes me look like I'm going to a funeral," said Harry. "This is a date."
"Considering your luck with the ladies, it amounts to the same thing."
"Hardy har har, Bob." Harry turned back to the bathroom mirror and began to fumble with his tie. "I'll keep this one."
"You could wear the blue suit at the back of your closet."
"I hate that suit. It's too … I dunno. Not me."
"Of course not," said Bob. "How could it be? You've only worn it once."
"Because it makes me look like a dork."
"I beg to differ." Bob stepped once more into Harry's line of sight. Or rather, Harry stepped into his view.
"Hells Bells!" exclaimed Harry as he jumped back in surprise, smacking into the sink rim.
The doppelganger wore the blue pinstripe suit in question, neatly pressed and accessorized with a pale blue shirt and dark tie.
"Accessories make the man," Bob's cultured British voice came out of the other Harry's mouth. A kerchief suddenly appeared in the suit's breast pocket.
"You're creeping me out, Bob."
"No? A different tie, perhaps?" The dark tie changed color to a deep burgundy. "Or this one?" Now it was a shade of red with a threaded pattern. The kerchief shifted to match.
Harry had to admit that the ensemble didn't look half bad. In fact, it actually looked kind of good on him. Then again, everything looked good on Bob, even when he was wearing Harry's aspect.
"Where'd you say that suit was?"
"In the back of the closet, between your ceremonial robes and the Blackhawks jersey."
"Thanks," said Harry. He shrugged out of the brown suit coat and carelessly dropped it onto the floor. The other Harry watched him with an impassive expression. "Um, Bob?" He waggled his fingers at the ghost. "Do you mind?"
"Yes, of course." The doppelganger's features blurred and rearranged themselves into the old ghost's familiar pale features. His attire, however, did not change.
"Damn," sighed Harry as he yanked off the dull brown tie. "I was right. It does look better on you."
Bob regarded him with amusement. "Doesn't everything?"