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[necessary_child]

His hair is longer (but still black, icon notwithstanding) and in a loose ponytail, his shirt is froofy, he's wearing what appears to be some kind of suit in blue and gold and tight trousers...

In short, he's every inch the Disney Prince Charming (TM), and Sam does not approve.

"Milliways," he says with an eyeroll, and slouches off towards the

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[isaysimplewords]

So guess what doesn't work?

Getting a room and trying to leave at least the most identifiable parts of your costume upstairs. Cal doesn't know if the coat that appeared as he came downstairs is the same one or if he's going to find its double when he goes back up. He also doesn't care.

Fucking Milliways.

It shouldn't take too long to grab something to eat and go back up to wait it out, though, right? Who could spot him in five minutes?

[necessary_child]

Blink.

"...Hi, Favourite."

Sam's leaning on the bar, his glass of Atlantean almost empty in front of him. He's definitely going to be getting another.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal is still for a long moment, wondering if Sam recognizes him or not, before he turns to -

- huh.

". . . Sam," he says.

[necessary_child]

"Yeah." Grumpily. "Milliways."

He downs the rest of his glass. "Thought you weren't coming here on holidays?"

[mycursedface]

Sam still smelltastes the same. His (now blonde) girlfriend is staring at him. She is wearing her red-and-black-and-gold boots, and a black minidress with a gold snake around an arm.

Then suddenly she smirks.

"Nice trousers."

[necessary_child]

"Shut up, you," Sam says, but affectionately.

...Huh. Is it him, or is his girlfriend shorter than usual?

He is, however, somewhat more interested in what she's wearing.

".......Hi."

[mycursedface]

"But they are nice!"

[necessary_child]

"You're a terrible liar, Beautiful," he informs her, smiling in spite of himself.

"Luckily, I love you anyway."