In some things, at least, Lord Akeldama was comparatively mellow. The training of young, green boys was one of them. Fashion, though -- that must be treated with the utmost care.
"Excellent! Tizzy, fix our new friend a plate, won't you?"
As a flame-haired drone raced off to comply, Lord A slipped his arm through Biffy's and steered the boy companionably toward an intimate sitting nook.
"Bless the boy, he's charming, but what do you match to that hair? He can't even wear pink!"
Lord Akeldama shuddered theatrically and left the floor open to comments. Go on, Biffy, show your stuff -- this was a test, even if it wasn't phrased as such. The boy was charmingly flustered and devastatingly attractive, but Lord Akeldama simply could not waste his time on the unstylish.
(As if he'd ever have trouble dressing one of his drones. The thought.)
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on 2012-03-19 12:53 pm (UTC)"Excellent! Tizzy, fix our new friend a plate, won't you?"
As a flame-haired drone raced off to comply, Lord A slipped his arm through Biffy's and steered the boy companionably toward an intimate sitting nook.
"Bless the boy, he's charming, but what do you match to that hair? He can't even wear pink!"
Lord Akeldama shuddered theatrically and left the floor open to comments. Go on, Biffy, show your stuff -- this was a test, even if it wasn't phrased as such. The boy was charmingly flustered and devastatingly attractive, but Lord Akeldama simply could not waste his time on the unstylish.
(As if he'd ever have trouble dressing one of his drones. The thought.)