♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
Boxcars was ninety-eight percent sure he looked fantastic, total stud in a suit. He was meeting an unnamed hood in less than fifteen minutes, armed and respectable; an exchange of weaponry would be made and in all honestly the transaction was nothing but casual, yet still what was the point if Hearts wasn’t leaving the crew’s impression of power and class.
He made one last check at the mirror, making sure everything was in order.
But there, glaring in the reflection was Droog, standing with arms crossed and lips pressed firmly together.
"Oh what. What." Boxcars turned to face him, reflecting his crossed arms, "Don’t say nothin’, I look great." he tightened his arms defiantly.
Droog took a few steps towards him and stood in front of the larger man for a good minute, almost prompting Hearts to say something more before he reached his hands up to Boxcars’ collar and fiddled with his tie, pressing the knot into a more natural shape; this didn’t quite fix the colour or clashing pattern however.
Hearts let out a puff of air, dropping his stubborn arms, “Right. I’ll go change my tie then, aye?”
He swore he saw a smile on Droog’s face as he departed
