"IS THIS SOME KIND OF HORRIBLE JOKE? DO I LOOK LIKE I'D WEAR THESE THINGS? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" She yelled before throwing them at him

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"IS THIS SOME KIND OF HORRIBLE JOKE? DO I LOOK LIKE I'D WEAR THESE THINGS? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" She yelled before throwing them at him
"We can 'float' together if you want~" She replied extending her arm ((AND MY EZ SHIMEJI BECAUSE I CAN))
"It's... It's a secret" She turned around, that's one thing she would keep to herself until she dies
Shopping Proposal |♕| Nicole and D.O.
… -stares at the other as his lips turn down into a frown, not quite happy at being laughed at- you could have said that earlier you know? then can i just show up like this? -currently wearing normal jeans and a random t-shirt. he could change for that more prim and proper look with the blue button up tucked into his capri colored pants.- oh a uniform? What does it look like? -out of simple curiosity-
*Seeing his features dim into a frown, her chuckles faded into a pursed smile, one that she hid behind the back of her palm* I never expected you to be a worrier, that's why! *While checking his outfit, her hand reached out to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear; she was puzzled, there was no denying.* Uhm... I suppose, why not? *Her eyes shut while her head bobbed in approval to her words.* Hmn... the uniform... let's see... the chefs generally wore the tradition white, double-chested coat, and the white toque. Formalities, nothing more. As for the butler uniform, my family's butler, back in Scotland, often wore a suit. A three piece one... with a tailcoat, usually, and a waistcoat too at times... He always dressed formally, if my memory isn't failing me. *As she described the dress-code from her memory, her brow raised* I presume relatively impairing, yet, what am I to tell Mr. Thompson? He has been our family butler for years and years... long before my birth, I could say that! He is a rather old fashioned man, too. But-- Regardless of that--! *As she thought of it, was he supposed to alter between two sets of outfits at all times? Why... wouldn't that be a hassle. Despite only expecting Thompson to be in his suit, the thought of stranding this poor guy into a strict outfit did not register well, especially considering the fact his duties, versus the other's duties, were very different. Cutting her rambles short, she suggested,* I don't feel comfortable compelling you to be in the formal attire at all times, so how about we shop for them, and keep them for special occasions only? Would that sound better?