Characters: Beat, Brook and anyone on the 4423 who wants to play dress up with a pissy, overgrown shota teenager.
Content:Brook takes Beat to get a suit for the peace talk ball. Madness.
Setting: Kropmork
Time: The day of said ball.
Warnings Beat in formal clothes with an attitude? Skeletons that walk amoung the living?
The last few days had been
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The less said about that, the better.
He spotted Beat not far from the tailors' shop.
"Beat! I apologize for the delay, I...well I apologize."
Noticing Beat's expression, he tilted his head. "Why so glum? It's just fitting for a suit, not an execution." Brook paused. "Well, perhaps for the contents of your wallet it is, but we'll see what we can do."
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Well, there was going to be a few people there he wanted to look nice for, nuff said.
"I know, I know... Les' just get this over wit...."
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Brook shouldered his cane and walked inside the store. He made a beeline for one of the tailors - a stout man, whose nameplate identified him as "Sergio" - and stopped.
Sergio blinked at him. "Ah...can I...help you?"
Brook doffed his hat in reply. "Yes, my good man, you can. My young friend here needs a suit with utmost haste. Do you think you could help him?"
Sergio's confusion and fear at being talked to by a walking skeleton melted off his face when he saw Beat. "Oh! I would be glad to work with such a specimen! Come here, come here, dear boy, and Sergio shall set everything right!"
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But damn if it didn't shoot up at the sound of the tailors voice.
"Errr...wha?! Buh nothin's set WRONG! I ain' no specimencation!!" He ducked behind Brook, his pedo senses tingling like crazy.
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