@healbellls asked: "What. In the world. Are you wearing." (Link to meme here
"Wha- S'not dat weird iz it?" Gold groans, wandering into the familiar locale of Morty's home and making himself comfortable on the gym leaders couch, taking the time to loosen his tie.
The usually untameable wild animal that was Gold sat there, lounging idly, in his very suit. His very expensive suit. That he was wearing. To say it was jarring would be an understatement.
"My uh...friend. She asked me t' come t' dis gala with her, big charity thing, bu' it waz formal dress code. I figured a'd be an ass if I made a cock outta myself and wandered in wearin' some cheap shit so 'a got somethin' made...people seemed t' be chill about it, but it totally don't suit me, right?"
It was rare to see Gold seem anything close to self conscious, so to see him be borderline anxious was teetering on the edge of being viscerally uncomfortable. Made all the stranger by the fact that he cleaned up exceptionally well. There was nothing about this situation that was normal, that was for damn sure.