Jan 28, 2017
"I'm not wearing that."
FOUR WORDS || starters ✕ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ
“Put it on, Charles. You’ll catch your death!” The rejection of the garment folded over his arm seems to have genuinely perplexed Sir. At least one of the suits in his closet is a metallic dark green, though — the fact that he sees nothing wrong with it should, perhaps, be taken with a grain of salt. A beat passes, marked only by a long, ponderous look at his partner’s little frown.
“… Fine! Take this, then.”Plucking at the buttons of his own overcoat, he shrugs it off and promptly settles it around Charles’s shoulders, warmth still trapped in the folds of the heavy cashmere.