Apr 18 07:27:01 105 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Sat Apr 18 07:27:01 105 PA.

"Yeah, apparently a gentleman doesn't do a lot of shit. Makes me wonder what's so good about em," Kid muses as she puts the bottle away and comes right out with a glass in either hand. She offers him the left glass once she nears and looks him in the eye.. or will try. "Look, Ordy, I've decided something.. I'm going to give you a chance. But you have to earn it." As if he hadn't already taken a few lumps. Once he has the glass, she moves over to sit on the couch herself, with a casual foot of distance between them. "See, there are certain things I like in a boy.. and the way you dress isn't one of them," she elaborates. "So first things first.. you need a makeover and that's why you're here." The girl looks at him and gives him a sly little grin. "I already got something nice picked out for you too. Nothing too elaborate to start, I know you're not ready for anything really good."

"Hmmm." Muses Ordo with a soft frown as she insults both decorum and decency, but allows it to pass. He's here! In the midst of her home, with a drink on the way. Things can only get better from here? Right? He accepts the glass with a grateful nod of his head, and when she says that she'll give him a chance? Why, you could use his face for hallmark closeups, his smile is so bright. "I am.. ecstatic to hear it, my darl-. Kid. I had begun to lose hope.." Calm yourself! Calm that darn heart! Badum, badum, badum.. And then? She starts talking -makeover-. The delighted smile slowly begins to fade away to puzzlement. And then to horror. His brown eyes naturally rove along the hot pink carpet and off white wall, the battered couch and piles of equipment scattered everywhere. And, with a long and weary sigh, he lifts his glass. "Salute'." He mutters, and knocks back a rather hefty gulp. Face twisted with the sting of it. When he finally manages to swallow the lump, he pauses to pant and get his breath, and shake his head. ".. The things one does for love." He mutters. "Very well! I accept your challenge, Kid. And you will find me a .." Another glance around the room, and his face pales. But he carries on, none the less! Soldier of Love, this. Is. WAR! ".. A willing subject." Guh.

Kid is more conservative with her glass, though she doesn't take it too gently. Her head turned slightly, giving Ordo a sidelong glance as she samples the strong drink. Her amusement only seems to grow as his reactions play out. Truth be told, she half expected an argument or even lingering reluctance, rather than a slow, but inevitable cave in. Whatever hold she has over him seems to be a strong one. That little tidbit filed away mutely as she replies with a casual air. "Oh come on.. you act like I'm going to dress you in frilly pink and black stuff or something outlandish." A faint snort as she motions to herself. "See what I got on? Pretty damn conservative, don't you think? I don't like my boys dressing like girls or all floofy like you do now. I've got something much better in mind for you, back in my room. Some nice leather.. and silk. And maybe a few streaks to liven up that hair. We can lose the ponytail too." A pause before she asks, "What's your favorite color?"

"... Streaks in my hair...?" Begins Ordo, that lump in his throat just getting bigger and bigger by the moment. "Leather and silk? My word..." There's a definite wince now, and Ordo's gaze drops briefly to his lap. ".. Are you certain you wouldn't rather I crawl, bereft of clothing, through broken glass? I'm certain it's almost as painful.." He takes another swirl of the vodka, a bit gentler now, to steady his nerves. She's going to make him a monster! Soldier of Love, steady you shoulder to the wheel! With a deep, inbrawn breath, Ordo nods his head once. You can't be a worshipper of love and fate without accepting that sometimes things happen badly. He swirls the vodka in the glass, and glances back to Kid, with a slightly pleading look. "Do you promise no .. spider-web attire? I think my resolve might break under that weight."

Kid snorts and stares firmly at Ordo. "God, what is your problem? Think you're some kinda highborn something or other and you're acting like some tasteful leather and silk is going to end your world. God.." She tosses back the rest of her vodka in a single go and stands, her voice a touch ragged after, but it clears up steadily. "Don't be such a damn baby. So what's your favorite color?" The question restated as she sets her glass on one of the chairs, facing him with arms crossed.

The Dandy quietly ponders the question, meeting Kid eye for eye. And, just for a moment, he forgets the revulsion of leather. Forgets the inappropros of streaked hair. Forgets how angry she makes him, twists him about wrong, and has all the decorum and taste of a mold riddled bit of fruit; Rather, it's all he can do not to grin stupidly at her. He's almost there! Just a little more to suffer, Ordo, and her heart's yours. With a quiet indrawn breath, he snaps out of his reverie and down to his dark blue vest. Considering. ".. Orange. Bright orange. Like a ..." He breaks off, with a wry smile. ".. like a fire. Entirely inappropriate for a color, I know, but it's always drawn my eye.."

Kid smirks faintly and shakes her head a little. "We'll think of something.. wait here." Simply stated before she heads back towards her bedroom again. The door unlocked and entered, though this time she closes it and locks it behind. Just in case, as she'll take a few minutes to get what she wants together. Only soft sounds of rummaging audible from the closed off room. After those minutes pass, the door will open once more and she steps out. Coming back to the couch, she'll have some items to show off. "I dunno what you have against these sort of clothes," she starts off as she arranges things on the couch. "They're stylish.. and you'll actually look like a man rather than.." She pauses, glancing at him. "Whatever you look like now." A soft scorn in her tone as she arranges the items.

Firstly is the short, which is a rich, dark shade of red. It's a finely made shirt, neither cheap nor overly expensive. Real silk with black buttons down the front and buttoned cuffs. The pants are black, the leather giving off a soft shine of newless. Again, they're well made, but not too expensive. Simple cut with the standard compliment of pockets. Set on the floor nearby are a pair of lace up calf boots without a heel. Black to match the pants and sans any special frills. Simple and elegant as with the other items. Set to the side is a faux snakeskin patterned belt with a mix of black and dark grey shades mingled into the random pattern and a simple, functional buckle.

"What I look like, my dear, is a proper gentleman." Sniffs Ordo, though without any real heat behind his words. "And they keep me modest as well as warm in this frozen environ." Hardly freezing weather, even if it is thinking about snowing." He glances down towards the clothes proffered on the couch, the shirt given a pleased little smile as he runs a thumb across the fabric. And then his gaze falls on black leather pants, and the smile fades away. A quiet flicker of a gaze back up to Kid, as the Dandy takes the pants up and studies them from outstretched hands. As if afraid they'll bite. ".. And.. you like men who wear these things...?" He asks, glancing aside again. A single eyebrow pops up, but he makes no comment as he moves on to the boots. Completely surpassing the belt just yet. "Interesting.. You know, I had a pair of riding boots once that were remarkably similar. Although, the heel seems to be missing." His studies complete, the Dandy straightens up a bit and runs a hand across his blue vest. And adjusts his fluffy little scarf. ".. I don't suppose I can wear my scarf...?" He asks, almost with a touch of sadness. ".. Or anything to keep my neck warm?"

Kid rolls her eyes, arms crossed. "I got you a coat too," she states. "But first things first. I don't like gentlemen. And this goes without saying, but I don't like modest either." She turns, starting to pace back and forth. "But then, I know what you're like inside." She pauses her brief pacing fit and stares at him. "I know you aren't.. when you kiss me." Something flickers in her eyes, but she blinks it away and shakes her head, the firmness reasserting. "I think its time you shed this bullshit you got taught and see who you really are inside. I'm just starting you off slow." Making a motion towards the clothing.

"The nobility of my family line is never bullshit, Kid." States Ordo, while still staring at the clothes. But, this time, with a slight mixture of sadness as well. A bit of finality. "They.. were.. everything to me." And closed off. A deep indrawn breathe, and the Dandy glances back to Kid, a bit of humor lighting up his face. "Yes... I do not know where that side of me comes from, sometimes. But when we kiss.." Here, the Fop begins to pick up the clothes and lay them carefully across his arm. Pausing at the belt, before including that as well. ".. When we kiss, I want to be anything but appropriate. You bring out the worse in me." There's a teasing note in that voice, before he sucks in a breath again. "Well. Seeing as you hate modesty, am I to dress here or can I borrow your bathroom for a few moments?" A wicked grin now at his own private joke. "And thank you for these things. Really. Despite their... uniqueness, I can see you went through some trouble."

Kid frowns faintly at the past fragments that come up, but she keeps her lips sealed and her expression vague on the matter. Riding past it to what comes after.. for now. "Worst? If that's what you think really living life is.. the worst, then maybe you really don't want to hang around me. Cause if you really want to try and be with me.. you'll learn more about that side of you than you ever have before. Cause I'm going to feed it. Just by being me." She motions towards the bathroom. "Go on." The bathroom is like the rest of her place. Clean, but aged and subpar. Except, of course, for what sits opposite the bathtub, which is her vanity. Its clean and pretty, with the highlight being the vast array of cosmetics that are organized on top of it in a rainbow of shades.

"I have faced worse things in my quest for your hand, Kid. Giant felines, a rather vicious Aimee, losing my apartment and nearly my job..." Begins the former Noble, moving for the bathroom as he speaks. "If this is what it takes to be with you, then this is what I'll do." A frown back down to the pile of clothing, and a quiet sigh. "Besides. There are far greater evils, I suppose, than a change of style. Face painting comes to mind." A soft chuckle, and in he goes. Pausing, once he has the door closed, to glance at her vanity. And - for just a few moments - lean over it and just peer. How curious! So many colors, and so little face. Shaking his head of the inappropriate desire to poke around in there and see what turns up, Ordo simply begins to dress. The rustling of clothes.. and a brief comment. "Dear lord. How are you supposed to pull these pants up? They -stick-.."

Kid ambles over to the mouth of the hall, just a handful of feet away from the bathroom itself. Leaned back against it, arms crossed, she states back, "You have to wiggle them up.. they might be a little too tight. Had to guess your measurements with my girl.. she's good at it, just needs a good pic, but sometimes she gets it off by just a bit. We can get them tailored a bit later if they feel too restrictive." She then pauses a moment and snaps, "You know, you act like this is so bad.. what the hell is wrong with those clothes anyway? I mean, I've seen lots of rich boys wearing stuff like this.. I figure you'd be all for it."

"Rich? My dear, taste and decorum do not lead to wealth. Merely to a natural sense of balance with society. Otherwise, I would never have choosen the Cheapo's for my original domain... and, subsequently, never meet you." For good or ill, but Ordo doesn't say that last bit. This is a faint squeaking sound as the Dandy waggles his hips about, fitting into pants that are't designed for proper attire or innoculous leisure. Another bit of rustling, before the door cracks open. And out steps - Ordo, Man of Town? A red silk shirt has the topmost button undone to flare the lapels a bit - especially the upturned collar, to protect his neck. He'd prefer a scarf, but, alas. The leather pants squeak slightly as they adjust to the new body, and Ordo's hands are still buckling the snakeskin belt. He then pauses to stomp his feet a few times, forcing the boots to conform as he pauses. And bites his lower lip. "... I'm a laughing stock, aren't I?" The clothes fit well enough, and show that - despite his fancy ways - Ordo does have some muscle beneath the silkie politeness. He is a quite capable gymnist and talented fencer, after all!

Kid straightens up when the door opens and turns, keeping her arms crossed. When he steps out, she flicks her eyes over him. There's a tangible pause, her expression kept cool.. firmly so. Though there is a slight nibble at her lower lip before her arms relax and she bustles forward, immediately reaching up to turn down the collar. "You would if you keep that collar flipped up. but at leas you have the good sense to not button the top button." Of course, the next thing she's doing is hooking two of his belt loops to tug firmly, seeing how tight the fit on those pants might be. "Going to have to deal with that squeaking.. but they seem about right.." Murmured lowly as she lets him go there and allows her eyes to lift, regarding him with a slight smirk. "You look better." A soft sort of approval in her voice. "Question is, will you wear it without me badgering you?"

Ordo's hand flies up, and -claps- at the back of his neck in an automatic response when his lover reaches up to turn his collar down. It takes a moment for him to realize the mistake, and jerk his hand back down. Trying to cover the error with a short laugh. "I was afraid you'd mention the top button. Truly, I am far too used to wearing a proper vest..." He glances down again, eyes widening when she -hooks- his belt loops and yanks on his hips. A faint crimson taint crawling up his neck and chest, but he fights down the urge for modesty; She -hates- modesty, after all. Idly reaching up with that same erroneous hand to brush a stray bit of bland hair from Kid's face, a much more somber smile on his face. "I suppose I shall have too, shan't I? Otherwise, you'd never be seen alive with me."

Kid reacts to the touch as one might expect. A slight twitch away, a flicker of disapproval. More restrained than before, though the why is anyone's guess. "Not as close as you want to get to me," she confirms. Though she feels compelled to add, with a light prod at his chest, "Not that you're even close right now.. I'm testing you, cause I'm not going to get close to anyone who won't treat me right and who can't deal with how I am. You dig?" Her two toned eyes lifting slightly to stare at his. "I won't let you hurt me."

A quiet frown of disappointment briefly crosses the Dandy's features, and his head tilts to the side just a bit. As serious as stone, now, staring right back at Kid with those plain brown eyes of his, trapped in a plain face. But there's a passion there, as hungry as flame and as severe as a heart attack. "I don't want you to change, and I won't ever harm you. Ever.." If she'll let him, he's going to very -gently- take that prodding finger off the thin material that keeps his upper body from being exposed. And place the smallest kiss, right on the tip. No need to scare her, just yet. With the hand dropped, Ordo claps his hands together, his expression brightening up significantly. "Well! This is going to take some.. serious getting used too. I suppose that is all the changes we'll be making tonight?" Hopefully she's forgotten about whatever the heck else she had planned. Hair streaks.. shudder.

Kid lets it happen, but the odd gesture only seems to confuse her more, the hand snapped back slightly before she pulls it back to her side in a more normal manner. But as with most confusing things, she brushes aside it a moment later. "Yeah.. won't hurt me ever.. don't make promises your ass can't cash." Her expression tightening with seriousness as she points back towards the bathroom. "Go. Now your hair." Oh no, she's not forgetting when that plain old brown hair is still sitting there on top of his head. "Maybe some red and gold highlights, like she said," the girl muses, waiting for Ordo to lead the way in, as she'll be following him in this time.

Ordo's eyes widen slightly at the mention of 'red and gold' highlights, and he clenches his teeth. Can he keep nothing appropriate about his person? MUST he dress as some street swaggering Giggilo now, with the painted hair and all? It would seem so! With a comment muttered briefly under his breath, the Noble reaches back to untie the small brown ribbon holding his hair in a neat ponytail, letting it spread wide - and cover his neck as he turns about to march towards the bathroom. Like a true aristocrat going to his own execution. "Language." He mentions, briefly, but without his heart in it. "And who is this mysterious 'she' that decided I must change so very much to prove my worth?" At least Kid isn't -hitting- him now. Nor slapping him, nor biting him, nor doing anything terribly violent when he shows the tiny bits of his affection he's allowed too.

"God.. fucking attitude again! Keep this up and I'll dye it all black. You'd look ten times better with it too!" Her temper flaring briefly as she marches after him. "And don't even talk about my language, you need to learn to let loose more." A sniff at that last. Inside the bathroom, she steers him right o her vanity, motioning for him to sit on the padded bench. Meanwhile she eases around him to flick on the strong lights that frame the mirror, throwing stark, all encompassing light against his face. The perfect light for application of the massive trove of beauty aids laid out on the vanity. "Aimee. She and I are going to go shopping later, looking for some more stuff. She's going to help me keep from getting you what I really want." She slips past again, kneeling to dig into the counter beneath the sink, rummaging, taking out a few small boxes one after the other. Her trove of hair dyes, looking for just the right shades. "You'll probably owe her thanks for that."

There it is! A brief flare of temper. "Well! You wanted me to stop acting so polite, didn't you? Attitude is the result." The flare is gone as quickly as it appears, a more confused look crossing the Noble's features as he blinks at his own image in the mirror. Squinting as the harsh light is thrown on, and turning his head briefly to let his pupils adjust. "Aimee? But she had made it absolutely clear she despised me, despite my best attempts to be cordial with the woman. Why would she...?" He trails off, lost in the strike and counter-strike of feminine wills. "Bedeviling at best." He mutters. Then casts an alarmed glance up at Kid, the middle bit of their conversation sinking in. "Black?! You.. ah.. ah! A joke." His eyebrows raise up a bit as his brain, addled by how complex his life is suddenly becomming, struggles to keep up. "Keep you from getting me what you really want? I'm not sure I understand..." A glance back at his own reflection again, and a nibble on his lower lip. ".. Are you certain I cannot keep the tail?"

"Not a joke, because black is the most basic color in the universe, " Kid states. "Everything goes with it, making it perfect." Her tone daring him to come up with an argument for that. Cause its true, isn't it? She picks out a trio of boxes and rises up, setting them on sink's counter. "Personally, I'd dye it black and put in some red/orange highlights. Subtle streaks that give it some flavor." She glances over her shoulder towards him. "But I'm trying to take it slow." She pulls out a slender, half used tube from one box. "Gold #43.. yeah, no glitter." She pulls out another and eyeballs it. "Red #4.. too dark." she picks out another tube and considers it. "Yeah.. #5." She brings the #43 and #5 tubes over, eyeing Ordo intently. "You saying black hair looks bad?" A direct question. Of course, giving that her hair is currently black with subtle streaks of blue interwoven, the challenge in her tone is obvious. And he might remember her natural color seems black.. or at least it was black that time when he saw her sans any of her artificial enhancements. Tags:kid, ordo