- Jun 18, 2015
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Jude didn't deal with models. That wasn't his thing, and it wasn't his dad's thing, and his experience with Fashion-with-a-capitol-F was more along the lines of going to the nice old Italian tailor on the west side of Halcyon city (Had his dad also owned him? Was that a front?) and getting fitted for something nice to wear.
So when Malara Tor had answered his private tweet with sure, meet me at Theia Modelling at eleven and I'll take lunch, Jude had been expecting... something.
He hadn't been expecting this. He hadn't been expecting what looked like any other generic business, save for the battle axes on the walls, and the sculpture that reminded Jude very strongly of a tank. He was happy he'd dressed semi-professionally, but they definitely stood out. Wind's Respite was there, dressed extremely modestly for the area, and looked distinctly displeased.
"Please tell me this isn't going to be one of those infuriating Regalia matches," she said quietly.
So when Malara Tor had answered his private tweet with sure, meet me at Theia Modelling at eleven and I'll take lunch, Jude had been expecting... something.
He hadn't been expecting this. He hadn't been expecting what looked like any other generic business, save for the battle axes on the walls, and the sculpture that reminded Jude very strongly of a tank. He was happy he'd dressed semi-professionally, but they definitely stood out. Wind's Respite was there, dressed extremely modestly for the area, and looked distinctly displeased.
"Please tell me this isn't going to be one of those infuriating Regalia matches," she said quietly.
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