caelus [pcs]

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garbage man...

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w1 monday

[trashprince]

[ they're letting your kind out of the church these days? that's nice. placing them at the funky fashionista where caelus is looking at the fedoras with a uncertain longing. why do they feel so... right? yet so... wrong?

without looking away from the hats: ]

Hey Mathis.

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Oh- h-hello.

[he joins caelus to look over the hats, head tilted like he's trying to figure out what the draw of these hats must be.]

Um, are you doing all right...?

[this last weekend sure was SOMETHING.]

[trashprince]

[ the shapeliness. the inherent charisma! ]

I'm not thinking about it much.

[ he's pushed his feelings deep, deep down where they can't bother him anymore ]

What about this one?

[ dark brown with a pale purple band. ]

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Um...

[looking it over... considering...]

Maybe a different color-? I think it could suit you better than it does...

[this one just doesn't feel Correct.]

[trashprince]

If you say so.

[ he doesn't sound put out, but rather like he believes that. if mathis says so. ]

This one's for you.

[ floppy sunhat. ]