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[3nanashi]

When Trowa walks into Milliways, he's wearing jeans and a turtleneck.

A second later, his outfit is much more . . . colorfulThere's the neck-ruff. And the suspenders. And the blue-and-white sleeveless shirt. And the half-mask. And the orange shoes. And the gloves

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[04_after]

Quatre glances over to him, cheerfully, before noticing what he's wearing. There's a moment, standing at the Bar, where it seems like he might retain his composure.

Then his shoulders start shaking, as he puts the hand not holding his coffee up to guard his mouth.

Yeah. He can't help it; Trowa looks ridiculous.

[3nanashi]

He gets a bland look back.

Well. Half a bland look. The other half is a mask of a big clown smile.

[04_after]

Quatre pulls himself together, and arches his brows wryly at Trowa.

Or they would be wry, if his mouth wasn't still twitching regularly.

[3nanashi]

Quatre has, in the course of his life, managed more convincing straight faces than that one.

Since the conversation's already started, Trowa heads thataway. Bland and deadpan!

And, you know, in giant clashing trousers and yellow turned-up shoes and a neck ruff and stuff. Bar is just that kind.