[ in all honesty, dean had entirely forgotten about the shirt. in the hassle and fright of her return on that day, he had simply yanked the best shirt he could find for the situation and gone with it. the rest was almost a blur of worrying about her.
now though, he smirks, leaning back a little as he raises a brow-- all while glad for the change of subject. ]
You're holding it hostage? You know, that was one of my favorites.
[ ah well. there are worse people to lose good shirts to. ]
[she simpers, dropping calculated sympathy into her whisky as easily as one might a piece of ice.]
I think you'll recover from the loss in good time. It's very comfortable.
[The little tag in it says "100% Cotton" but it's unlike any cotton Evelyn has ever come into contact with in her lifetime. The future is a place rife with odd fabrics and even odder collars and shirtsleeves, it seems.]
I'm still not entirely sure why someone would build a zeppelin out of lead, but...
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Date: 2015-12-12 12:28 pm (UTC)now though, he smirks, leaning back a little as he raises a brow-- all while glad for the change of subject. ]
You're holding it hostage? You know, that was one of my favorites.
[ ah well. there are worse people to lose good shirts to. ]
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Date: 2015-12-15 04:56 am (UTC)[she simpers, dropping calculated sympathy into her whisky as easily as one might a piece of ice.]
I think you'll recover from the loss in good time. It's very comfortable.
[The little tag in it says "100% Cotton" but it's unlike any cotton Evelyn has ever come into contact with in her lifetime. The future is a place rife with odd fabrics and even odder collars and shirtsleeves, it seems.]
I'm still not entirely sure why someone would build a zeppelin out of lead, but...