[She grabs a spare sheet of paper, and hey, that's not a half-bad doodle of a figure with a wing sticking out of his coat. She's got the length wrong, though; she's imagining something half an arm's span.]
[He grabs at another pen next to him, clicking it and doodling on a sticky note. Ardyn's no artist, but it also isn't too bad. I mean, it obviously looks nothing like this but pretend he's drawn the wing-arm part rather accurately.
Which, much as I'm fascinated by your other one, is the only lifetime that truly interests me.
[She tugs the drawing back towards her as she says that, avoiding his eye. Peeling off the top note, she begins doodling a more fleshed out version of that outfit. She is fairly good at drawing-- not so much so to be a professional, nothing like that, but good enough she must practice in her spare time.]
Tell me what else you wore.
i can't believe you made me write out his disaster of an outfit
[Rosalind, are you sure this is a route you want to go down? Once you visualize his canon outfit, you cannot unsee it.]
Well... from top to bottom. First, a hat. Much like the one I wear in this lifetime. I had a long black coat on, sporting something like a... cloth mantle? With a floral print. It had a hoodie, as well. Underneath that was a vest, and a shirt with a high, frilly sort of collar. A burnt orange scarf. Pinstripe pants, olive green. What else?
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Black boots, or was it just shoes with boot covers? I don't recall looking at my feet that often. Ah, and fingerless gloves. [A generalized sweep of his hand.] All in dark hues, unless otherwise noted. Black and greys. I'm sure there are details I'm forgetting...
[She murmurs that as she draws. It's not a perfect rendition, not at all, but it's fairly close. It's . . . not a pretty picture, good lord, but that's no fault of the artist. Ardyn, why do you dress this way.]
Surely not! [He feigns being utterly shocked. (Speaking of silly.) Fingers splayed against chest, he says-] Even I indulge in inanity now and again. It's refreshing.
My talent for getting under people's skin only shines through when I wish for it to.
[Something he has always been admittedly very good at. Wheedling at people with his words, making them agitated, pointing out their ridiculous faults -- but only if such a person deserves it. It's rare that he ever feels the need to be so harsh, and honestly, it only ever served him well as a practicing lawyer.]
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The attire I used to wear! [He grins.] What a glorious thing it was. I had a wing, you know.
[what.]
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[She grabs a spare sheet of paper, and hey, that's not a half-bad doodle of a figure with a wing sticking out of his coat. She's got the length wrong, though; she's imagining something half an arm's span.]
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No, not quite like that.
[He grabs at another pen next to him, clicking it and doodling on a sticky note. Ardyn's no artist, but it also isn't too bad. I mean, it obviously looks nothing like this but pretend he's drawn the wing-arm part rather accurately.
He slides the sticky note pad to her.]
There.
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[You Final Fantasy weirdo, but at least there's not 308138 zippers.]
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Aesthetic, or even maybe symbolic. Why else would I wear something so... impractical?
[And that's a harsh criticism coming from a man who dresses as, ah, eccentrically as Ardyn.]
If I was a healer, maybe I was a religious man as well.
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[The words are out of her mouth before she realizes it, and she wrinkles her nose.]
. . . though it's certainly possible.
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You'll not offend me. I'm not a particularly religious man myself.
...Well. Not in this lifetime.
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[She tugs the drawing back towards her as she says that, avoiding his eye. Peeling off the top note, she begins doodling a more fleshed out version of that outfit. She is fairly good at drawing-- not so much so to be a professional, nothing like that, but good enough she must practice in her spare time.]
Tell me what else you wore.
i can't believe you made me write out his disaster of an outfit
Well... from top to bottom. First, a hat. Much like the one I wear in this lifetime. I had a long black coat on, sporting something like a... cloth mantle? With a floral print. It had a hoodie, as well. Underneath that was a vest, and a shirt with a high, frilly sort of collar. A burnt orange scarf. Pinstripe pants, olive green. What else?
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Black boots, or was it just shoes with boot covers? I don't recall looking at my feet that often. Ah, and fingerless gloves. [A generalized sweep of his hand.] All in dark hues, unless otherwise noted. Black and greys. I'm sure there are details I'm forgetting...
sorry i'm NOT sorry
[She murmurs that as she draws. It's not a perfect rendition, not at all, but it's fairly close. It's . . . not a pretty picture, good lord, but that's no fault of the artist. Ardyn, why do you dress this way.]
What the hell is the point of fingerless gloves?
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Obviously my palms were cold. But my fingers were not. [/sarcasm]
What do you have against fingerless gloves?
[Don't YOU also want to dress like a hobo????]
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[And she has no room for silliness in her life, thank you.]
Save in the winter, but I assume these were more for aesthetic purposes than practical ones.
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[At least he's self-aware enough to admit that much.]
But let's backtrack a bit. What's wrong with silliness?
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Everything.
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[Good grief. She's not so humorless as to roll her eyes at his little display, but it's a close thing.]
And self-indulgent. There's nothing wrong with it in private, but at work, or day to day? No.
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Being silly only in private is such a depressing concept. Surely you can't be that solemn all of the time-
[He pauses, pretending to realize something.]
Oh. You're just self-conscious, aren't you?
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I can be as solemn as I please, as long as I please. Self-consciousness has nothing to do with it.
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What's the saying? "Your face will get stuck like that"?
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[He knows the one. The smug one.]
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[Who tells you that, Ardyn? He's probably making it up, honestly.]
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[Something he has always been admittedly very good at. Wheedling at people with his words, making them agitated, pointing out their ridiculous faults -- but only if such a person deserves it. It's rare that he ever feels the need to be so harsh, and honestly, it only ever served him well as a practicing lawyer.]
It's not something I passively do.
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