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[thiefprinceremy]

Since a certain Holiday Party, a certain Delicate Flower had decided that he quite liked corsets, thank you very much

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[mr_ryan_wolfe]

Ryan walks over to him. and leans his head to the side.

"Dude is that thing comfortable?"

He doesn't realize this is his Ferret friend. Or that the comment could be rude it just came out.

[thiefprinceremy]

"Oh quite." He said with a shrug, "'ve got reason t'believe everyone'll be wearin' 'em in t'future."

Not all corsets were comfortable, of course, but Remy had a good tailor, himself. With a little help from Bar.

[mr_ryan_wolfe]

He raises and eyebrow. "That sounds reasonable but, I thought they went out almost two hundred years ago. But if you say so."

[thiefprinceremy]

There was a smirk at that, brow arching as he shifted himself in the seat, stretching out in his sprawl, "Non, s'when t'ey hit t'eir peak've popularity."

A shrug then, brow still arched, "B'sides, gets t'same effect wit'out breakin' t' 'no naked in t'bar' rule."

[cheevy]

The sound of whining is more TANGIBLE than audible, and seems to be accompanying a chorus of squeaky sneezes from a few booths away.

The mouse has become a plague rat D:

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy hoisted himself up to sit on the divider between the booths, head tilted, smirking faintly when he realized who it was, "Y'don' sound so good mon ami. Been goin' outside wit'out a coat?"

Because it was gross and pneumonia-inducing out there!

[cheevy]

Miniver gives a guilty nod. He peers up at Remy from behind a tissue and his hair falling in his eyes.

"That and some other ill-advised actions."

[thiefprinceremy]

He tutted, shaking his head and sliding himself back down so that he was in Miniver's booth instead. Sometimes he really was too cat-like for his own good, "T'at always sucks."

He arched a brow, "Y'gettin' 'nough fluids? Chicken soup? Mebbe some gumbo?"

Because real gumbo would burn off any lingering cold bugs.