Hey so I choose snippet #1 (and changed the tense and named Deceit, Ethan) I hope this little 629 word ficlet is something @magpiemorality enjoys!
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"It's like I always say; flair is important!" Ethan said, holding his posture gracefully as he walked. "There's nothing quite like the impact of one's bearing upon the impression people will have of you. One, I mean. It's almost the first thing someone notices, and it can fix poor clothing or a dirty face up just like that and have you treated like royalty in no time." He snapped his fingers to demonstrate, turning around with a charming and regal smile, executing a shallow bow and flourishing his hand. "So," he continued, letting his shoulders relax. "What do you think?"
Virgil and Remus stared at him from their odd perches on the couch, Remus lounging across the back and Virgil leaning on the armrest with his legs stretched out. Then they stared at each other.
Ethan scowled when the most obnoxious, raucous laughter erupted from the pair, like twin geysers. The unsavory crescendo of villainous crackling was enough to make the deceitful side bristle, if not enough to cause him to snap.
"Man, you are such a try hard!" Virgil cackled.
"You—you'd be lucky if anyone thought you were gentry!" Remus added between fits of unrestrained hyena impressions.
"A pose isn't gonna crown you!" Virgil snickered.
"Royalty? More like bourgeoisie!" Remus added and convulsed with cackles, falling off the back of the couch.
"I am trying to teach you a lesson!" Ethan snapped, his face red from embarrassment, "About presentation!"
"Listen, I am very aware that I look like a brooding teen who wants to be left alone. Unless I'm legitimately trying to instill fear that's how I want to look."
"Then why did you come to my lesson!?"
"It's the common area, E, I was here before you showed up with Remus."
"I thought we were summoning a demon!" Remus chimed in from the floor.
"We can still summon Princey," Virgil jeered.
"NO!" Ethan yelped far too suddenly. He covered his mouth but the damage was done. Remus popped up behind the couch and leaned over the back, resting on his arms. The dynamic duo knew exactly what the lesson was about, and their wicked grins told all.
"You were trying to teach yourself how to act like a snob through us!" Remus giggled.
"All because you want to get with Sir Sing-a-lot," Virgil jeered, "and it won't even work!"
"I don't appreciate your fear-mongering! It could work!" Ethan sneered.
"It's not fear-mongering!" Remus laughed, "Princey has a type!"
"Dark, brooding, and sarcastic with a mean streak," Virgil hummed and closed his eyes, "We have some romantic tension, but he's not my type."
"What is your type?" Remus asked, looking at him curiously.
"Wild, disgusting, and energetic with facial hair," Virgil answered and peeked at him with one eye. Remus short-circuited and stared at him, almost staring through him.
"Be yourself, have your flair, but remember that at the end of the day you are nothing more than a sleazy street salesman selling snake-oil remedies."
"Give me more credit than that," Ethan huffed and crossed his arms, "I'm more of a sleazy banker accepting kick-backs to aid a CEO in tax evasion."
"There you go, now go charm a prince, in 5...4…" Virgil said and stretched out to lay on the couch, preparing for something bound to happen with the way Remus trembled. He counted on his fingers, lowering them in an odd fashion.
"Don't make a mess," Ethan retorted and sighed at the vibrating mess of a duke. That was one request that wasn't about to happen!
He sank out, catching a glimpse of Virgil's middle finger and hearing a loud shriek of joy when he could no longer see the commons. As long as he didn't act like those two, he could win Roman over.
Alright, here’s my fill for the ATTIYS hosted by @magpiemorality cause they got 500 followers (and also for their bday) and i congradulate them on both ‘cause they great.
I’m not sure how good this is, but it got the idea across I think? I hope y’all like it. Please enjoy
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Logan strode down the hallway, clutching his book in his hands. There was no time to waste! Information had been found and assessed and mused over, and now it needed to be shared. It could be vital! It could change everything. He just hoped he was still in time to help. Hadn’t he said that the right piece of knowledge could make all the difference in the world?!
“I’m coming!” He called, speeding up his stride. “I know the answer!”
“What are you talking about?” Patton asked, stepping out of his room and almost walking right into Logan as he rushed down the hall.
“I’ve figured it out.” Logan announced, not looking back. Patton had to rush to catch up, looking over Logan’s shoulder to see what he was clutching so tightly. It looked to be an old book, one that had been burnt several times and seemed to ooze… something. An aura of dread, maybe.
Or maybe it was Logan’s face that had Patton dreading.
“Figured out what?” Patton pressed, even though he was pretty sure he knew. He just hoped he was wrong.
“How to save him.” Logan clarified, clutching his book just a little tighter. He didn’t seem to notice the way Patton’s face fell, the way his steps faltered.
“Logan, wait, please.” Patton tried once he’d recovered. “Let’s talk about this first.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Logan huffed, stopping before a familiar door. “I can save him, I can save so many.” He added, muttering mostly to himself as he pushed the door open. He didn’t step in right away, always thrown off by how… quiet the room was. It wasn’t meant to be quiet.
“You can’t save someone who’s dead.” Patton said softly. Logan tensed then he found his resolve and he walked into Remus’ room, walked right up to the frozen figure on the bed. It almost looked like he was sleeping, but even that seemed just… wrong for Remus.
“I can bring him back.” Logan said firmly, opening the book on the bedside table. Patton flinched back as a wave of something rushed through the room. Logan had handled a lot of things he really shouldn’t have been handling lately. Ancient magics and tomes that would give anyone else pause. But not Logan. He wanted knowledge, and he’d achieved it. More than that, he’d achieved knowledge no one else had.
But this was different. This was a line Patton knew Logan shouldn’t cross.
“Logan, you know that’s wrong.” Patton tried.
“It is simply not understood.” Logan argued. “I can’t just… I can’t just leave him like this Patton.” The shorter side bit his lip, unsure what to say. There were so many things he could tell Logan, that he probably should tell Logan, but… well he wasn’t sure how. They’d already dug this hole, now he’d had to deal with the consequences.
“Okay.” He said. “Okay.” Whatever happened, Patton would handle it.
Still, he found himself chewing on his nails as Logan set up the room. Candles, sigils, and finally the words. As Logan chanted in latin the candles lit themselves and the sigils seemed to move. Logan lost awareness of everything else in the room, eyes glowing and voice layering. Patton could only watch his eyes tight and send out his own little prayer, hoping beyond hope that this didn’t backfire.
“So,” A voice called as Logan finished chanting. “This is the mortal everyone’s talking about.” Patton breathed a sigh of relief. A figure had appeared in the room, standing on the opposite side of the bed to Logan. He was dressed in a black cloak that had clearly been patched dozens of times, the newest of those patches having been made with a purple fabric in place of the usual midnight black. He held a scythe causally in one arm, almost leaning against it, and only his eyes, one green and one purple, could be seen glowing beneath the shadows of his cloak.
“They say you can read the magic texts even the immortals have forgotten.” The figure continued. “I got the impression you were meant to be a lot smarter than this, scholar.”
“Grim Reaper.” Logan greeted, not raising to the bait. “I have summoned you to ferry a soul.”
“Yeah, I heard that part.” The grim reaper said, rolling his glowing eyes. “I don’t think you read the fine print.”
“Excuse me?” Logan frowned.
“You called me to ferry a soul. I could easily ferry yours.” Patton jolted at the reapers words, stepping forward.
“Virgil!” He said, panicked.
“Relax Patton.” The reaper said, raising a hand to brush him off. “I’ll be nice, I’m just saying. If he wasn’t your friend, I’d be ferrying his soul to the afterlife.” Patton relaxed again, right until he looked over and saw the confused frown on Logan’s face.
“Patton?” Logan asked. “You… know this creature?”
“I’d hope so.” Virgil muttered.
“Ah, well…” Patton trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Surprise?”
“That’s not an explanation Patton.” Virgil pointed out before Logan could.
“I know, I know.” Patton sighed. “We were planning to tell you Logan, really. We just weren’t sure how.”
“Tell me what?” Logan pressed, frowning deeper.
“Um, well, we’re sort of… that is, um…” Patton fumbled, trying to come up with an explanation but failing to find the words. Virgil sighed, taking pity on him.
“You’re the only mortal in the house.” He said.
“Excuse me?” Logan said, forehead scrunching up the way it does whenever something just… doesn’t commute. It did the same thing the first time he found one of the magic filled book tucked away in the library.
“I mean, it did say that on the ad listing.” Patton offered. Remus had taken it upon himself to write the advertisement for the room they were renting. If Patton remembered right his exact words were ‘Roommates are a couple of cursed princes and a deathless spirit’ or something like that. Remus also hadn’t been subtle during the tour or when Logan had first moved in. He’d decided to lay off when Logan had started discovery long forgotten magic, no one really wanting the mortal to realize how much danger he’d put himself in. Better to fight off the mages and other creatures themselves and not involve Logan.
Of course that hadn’t meant to involve Remus taking a death curse to the chest protecting Logan but well, these things happen and it’s not like Remus could really die forever anyway.
They just hadn’t been sure how to explain that to Logan.
“But that…” Logan started as his world view realigned with his new information.
“This is why we shouldn’t be making friends with mortals.” Virgil scolded. “De’s going to be rather annoyed I’m bringing these two up early. You know how much he enjoys the company.”
“Two? De?” Logan repeated. “What’s going on Patton, just tell me plainly already!” He huffed.
“Well, um, De is Death.” Patton answered first because that was the easy answer. “And well…”
“Honestly Patton.” Virgil sighed when Patton hesitated to continue. “Remus and Roman’s lives are entwined, since they’re the cursed halves of a whole and all. When Remus dies, Roman does and vice versa. Usually they stay with De for a week or two before they’re souls come back, you have to give the golems time to heal.”
“Golems?” Logan frowned. He’d probably read about the humanoid, soulless creatures that were golems in one of those books. Those things were probably hard to link to what Roman and Remus were.
“It’s a long story.” Patton said.
“One you should have already told him.” Virgil reminded. “One of these days you’re going to learn to listen to him Pat.”
“No way.” Patton teased with a grin. “Little brothers aren’t allowed to listen, it’s in the contract.”
“Well then little brothers can deal with their own problems.” Virgil said. “I’ll go get the twins, you lot clearly had a lot to talk about.”
“Wait! Virgil!” Patton tried but it was too late, Virgil had already vanished into the shadows. He sighed then looked over to Logan, who was staring blankly at where Virgil had just been. “Lo? Are you okay?” He asked nervously, gulping when Logan didn’t answer. Before Patton could try and bridge whatever gap had just opened, a gasping intake of air drew their attention to the bed.
Remus took a few more deep breaths before looking around the room and breaking into a grin.
“Lolo! You conquered life and death! Woo!” He cheered.
“Based on the information I had just discovered, I believe there is much more to it than that.” Logan said.
“Ah, you found out then.” Remus said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and pulling himself into a sitting position. It was impossible to tell he’d been dead a minute ago, but then again he had a lot of practice.
“Yes. The grim reaper, Virgil apparently, informed me.” Logan said it with an even tone but Patton could tell he was hurt.
“I’m sorry.” Patton offered. “I wasn’t sure how to tell you.”
“I told you all the time.” Remus argued. “I even told you the part about being kidnapped by a witch.” He added, somewhat smugly. Pounding steps cut off any reply Logan had, Roman appearing in the doorway a moment later.
“Damn it Remus!” He snapped. “Stop getting hit with killing curses!”
“It’s only happened twice.” Remus huffed.
“Try five times.” Roman glared.
“You should be thanking me for the chance to go see your boyfriend.” Remus claimed.
“Well that didn’t work out either, because your boyfriend decided to get in the way!” Roman snapped.
“Uh, you two…” Patton cut in, looking between the angering twins and Logan - whose whole body seemed to be shaking.
“Lo?” Remus prompted.
“Why did you just tell me?” Logan asked, tone almost monotone doesn’t his shaking. The other three shared a look. In the end Roman spoke up.
“There’s a whole world of people that want the knowledge you have. Or want you dead so no one else can have it.” Roman explained. “We didn’t want you to worry about that.”
“Yeah, we wanted you to just be your knowledge-seeking self! Undistracted by things like killing curses and vampires!” Remus added.
“So instead I had to worry about you being dead?” Logan asked. “And when was I going to find out about Roman? What if I had walked into your room?”
“I would have stopped you.” Patton said and then winced because that clearly wasn’t the answer Logan was after. “We really are sorry, we were trying to figure out how to tell you I swear.”
“We were definitely going to tell you when Remus and I came back.” Roman claimed. Logan just sighed.
“I’m glad you’re both alright.” He mumbled, and then moved to leave the room. Remus didn’t let him, jumping up to grab Logan’s arm.
“Wait, Logan, we’ll make it up to you!” He promised. “Oh, oh how about you study us? Yeah? Would that make it better?”
“Yeah! And we can answer any questions you have!” Patton added.
“I refuse to be poked at with anything sharp.” Roman said but raised his hands when Patton and Remus shot him a look. “Okay, okay.” He said. “I’ll get poked.”
Despite there words, Logan was silent and Patton was starting to worry. What if this didn’t fix anything? What if Logan left forever and they’d ruined everything?
“Alright.” Logan accepted. “Let me get my notebook.” Patton breathed a sigh of relief, happily following Logan does the hallway this time. Things clearly hadn’t been fixed completely but at least Logan was letting them try.
Now he’d just have to figure out when to visit De to apologize for Remus and Roman’s visit being cut short.
So for the combined celebration of reaching 500 followers (and now 555 which is a highly cool number!) in time to combine with my birthday (woot woot!) I've come to the decision to do a sort of DTIYS or prompt offering to you all. Thanks to everyone who suggested!
BUT instead of just redrawing an art piece (because I am enthusiastic but not hugely talented in that area yet) or writing a simple starter that didn’t feel like something collaborative; I came across the concept of an Add To This In Your Style!
The rules are thus;
Below I've posted TWO options of snippets, of what is essentially a starter/prompt of a scene or story. If you want to participate then simply create what happens next for either one!
Bring in ANY new characters / ships / story ideas / plot twists / AUs / settings that you like (don't feel you have to stick to calling him Deceit either if you pick that one)! You have creative freedom here, just as long as it's following after the snippet below in some way!!
It needs to be tagged with '#magpie500' as well as all your usual tags so I can find it, and tag me in the post directly too!!
Don’t forget to include the snippet that you choose to use on your post somewhere too :)
There are no minimums or maximums on how long it should take you to create or post, nor how long or how much effort you should put in, and no deadline for taking part. A quick doodle or a big piece are both equally valid; a small drabble or a wildly long fic are as well. If you’re inspired, go wild, but don’t pressure yourselves either!
Go forth and be creative!!!!
So without further ado, I present to you, your starters!
"It's like I always say; flair is important!" Deceit says, holding his posture gracefully as he walks. "There's nothing quite like the impact of one's bearing upon the impression people will have of you. One, I mean. It's almost the first thing someone notices, and it can fix poor clothing or a dirty face up just like that and have you treated like royalty in no time." He snaps his fingers to demonstrate, turning around with a charming and regal smile, executing a shallow bow and flourishing his hand. "So," he continues, letting his shoulders relax. "What do you think?"
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Logan strode down the hallway, clutching his book in his hands. There was no time to waste! Information had been found and assessed and mused over, and now it needed to be shared. It could be vital! It could change everything. He just hoped he was still in time to help. Hadn't he said that the right piece of knowledge could make all the difference in the world?! "I'm coming!" He called, speeding up his stride. "I know the answer!"
Good luck and have fun, I can’t wait to see everything :)
Mismatched High Heel Shoes (Magpie’s 500 Follower/Bday ATTIYS!)
Happy birthday @magpiemorality! I wrote something for your Add To This In Your Style thing and it was lots of fun! I hope you enjoy it! I used the first prompt.
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Relationships: Platonic DRLAMP/ you can choose whatever romantic relationships you wish to project here
Notes: College AU, alcohol (they are all meant to be of the legal drinking age), slight sexual innuendo in the form of the name of an alcoholic drink, very fluffy
“It’s like I always say; flair is important!” Deceit says, holding his posture gracefully as he walks. “There’s nothing quite like the impact of one’s bearing upon the impression people will have of you. One, I mean. It’s almost the first thing someone notices, and it can fix poor clothing or a dirty face up just like that and have you treated like royalty in no time.” He snaps his fingers to demonstrate, turning around with a charming and regal smile, executing a shallow bow and flourishing his hand. “So,” he continues, letting his shoulders relax. “What do you think?”
“I think all four of you should shut up and go to sleep,” mumbled a disgruntled voice from the top of the lofted bed. Virgil popped his head over the side.
“Oh, can it, emo,” Roman said from his seat on the window ledge, “It’s not our fault you decided to do shots with Remus.”
Remus giggled a bit from his place on the futon under the lofted bed. He was curled around one of Patton’s pillow pets, his eyes a bit unfocused. “They were named Slippery Nipples. What was I supposed to do?”
Patton reached over and patted him on the head from his place also on the futon. Patton was currently drinking a hard apple cider, but didn’t seem any worse for wear. He was surprisingly the least drunk out of the group despite the fact that he’d drunk the most consistently and was the smallest. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he’d paced an appropriate amount unlike certain other people in the room.
“I think you look great, Dee Dee,” Patton said.
“He’s wearing two mismatched high heeled shoes and a pink feather boa,” Virgil scoffed.
“It’s fashion.”
“It’s intoxication,” another voice groaned. Logan’s head popped up, and he rested his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. His hair was a mess, and he squinted down at them since he wasn’t wearing his glasses.
“And you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you Lo?” Roman asked. Logan flipped him off and curled up around Virgil a bit tighter.
“Logan is a clingy drunk,” Deceit noted.
Logan made a soft whining noise at the mocking, clearly somewhat aware that he was being made fun of, but without enough energy to do anything about it.
“Ooo, let me see!” Patton exclaimed, popping up off the futon and hopping to grab the rail of the bed and pull himself up. “Aw!!” His legs flailed wildly.
“My lamp!” Roman shrieked, diving to catch it.
“Are we yeeting Roman’s stuff now?!” Remus asked, perking up a bit. Before anyone could stop him, he picked up the plate that had held pizza poppers hour earlier, yelled “yeet!”, and threw the plate against the ground.
“Aw! It’s plastic!” he whined, frowning down at it.
“Yes, it is, you absolute shit of a brother!” Roman yelled, carefully putting the lamp back down on his desk before launching himself at Remus.
Remus shrieked and tried to fight back. They went rolling around on the ground, neither capable of getting the upper hand as Remus was a lot more intoxicated, but also a lot more feral.
Patton yipped and escaped the carnage below by pulling himself the rest of the way onto the lofted bed. “Patton no! There isn’t enough room for three of us with all of your stuffed animals!” Virgil protested as he was squished by yet another body.
Eventually the twins wore themselves out and sprawled out on the floor next to each other panting.
“Plebeians,” Deceit scoffed, sticking his nose up at them. The twins shared a look. Oh, no. “No get off of me!” he squawked indignantly the next moment, eliciting peals of giggles from on top of the bed as he himself was wrestled to the ground.
Thank you so much for doing this, Magpie! @magpiemorality
The first prompt was giving me strong Cinderella AU vibes.
“It’s like I always say; flair is important!” Deceit says, holding his posture gracefully as he walks. “There’s nothing quite like the impact of one’s bearing upon the impression people will have of you. One, I mean. It’s almost the first thing someone notices, and it can fix poor clothing or a dirty face up just like that and have you treated like royalty in no time.” He snaps his fingers to demonstrate, turning around with a charming and regal smile, executing a shallow bow and flourishing his hand. “So,” he continues, letting his shoulders relax. “What do you think?”
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Roman’s mouth was dropped open, his eyes shining. He covered his mouth with his hands, speaking breathlessly. “You can really do that?”
He looked at Deceit, absolutely gorgeous in the black and the pale yellow, the fabric so fine it nearly shone. He would never guess that he was anything but royalty if this had been how he met him.
“You— you would do that? For me?” Tears welled up in his eyes.
Deceit stepped forward, smiling softly. “Of course, my Prince. You would deserve nothing less.”
Oh, now he was going to to cry. He didn’t know how to handle someone being so nice, not after so long.
Deceit’s hands came up to cup his face, tenderly brushing away tears. “Come now, this will be one of your happiest nights, let’s look like it, hmm?”
Roman let out a wet laugh, smiling up at Deceit through his tears.
“There we are,” Deceit praised, conjuring a soft cloth to wipe the tears away from his face. “Now let’s make you look like the prince you always have been.”
Roman’s shoulders shook. “Not if you keep saying that, I won’t be able to stop crying!”
“Hush,” Deceit said, pulling Roman into a hug. “Everyone will be calling you prince and singing your praises tonight. Allow me the privilege of being the first.”
Deceit held him until his smile finally overpowered his tears. Roman pulled away, smiling brightly, if still a touch wobbly, to prove he was ready.
Deceit looked far more pleased and proud of him than Roman could remember anyone ever being. “Now, will you be wearing a crown?”
And hey, if anyone wants to continue this further, go ahead!
for @magpiemorality‘s birthday I’m joining in with this little story. It’s based of the 1st snippet although I ended up adding on before it. This is the snippet: “It’s like I always say; flair is important!” Deceit says, holding his posture gracefully as he walks. “There’s nothing quite like the impact of one’s bearing upon the impression people will have of you. One, I mean. It’s almost the first thing someone notices, and it can fix poor clothing or a dirty face up just like that and have you treated like royalty in no time.” He snaps his fingers to demonstrate, turning around with a charming and regal smile, executing a shallow bow and flourishing his hand. “So,” he continues, letting his shoulders relax. “What do you think?”
Just a quick thing about Deceit and Creativity over the years is how I want to describe this.
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Creativity needed help. That had always been the first thought Deceit had when meeting with the other side. Creativity called himself a king but in a crowd would be treated as something unpleasant begging for attention. He had no posture and was too distracted by all the thoughts in his head to project any sort of image. It was almost always Deceit and Logic that had to take over gestures when Thomas started acting as a child because Creativity wouldn't care a jot for the facts of how people from different times, or classes would act, only for the stories they could be used to tell.
Even after the split Creativity needed help, each part insistent on keeping noble titles while never showing anything to suggest they could be noble outside of ridiculous Disney styled outfits. Deceit kept them for a while, having been the only one close when the split finally happened.
He'd realised it could happen about a month before as a Sunday lesson changed from being about stories of miracles to preaching about sin and how, supposedly, it all starts in the mind. Thomas didn't even realise he had sides yet, but between his horror at the idea of being sinful or having to confess private thoughts and Patton's utmost trust in their teacher Deceit had already started contemplating how it could impact Creativity.
That was when the Prince learnt about posture, and started practising his dramatic gestures, although none actually looked like the ones Deceit was attempting to teach. The Duke instead sat teaching himself about weapons and ignoring everything Deceit said, but given the things the side had been saying Deceit reasoned that if something ever did separate the sides between societies views he'd get closer to the Duke then.
Years had past since that first lesson and they all took names although Deceit would guard his as long as he was able. Roman would still occasionally show up, wanting to practise court etiquette or asking if he could teach him how to waltz. Remus stuck around, sometimes listening when there hadn't been much to inspire dark thoughts recently, but more often than not nodding but drawing a graphic scene instead.
“I must agree that this is important for Thomas's career so good impressions must be included.” Logan was saying as Deceit accepted the summons that had been nagging him a little.
Instead of asking what was being spoken about though he just turned to Roman. “Did you need something, Prince, or are you just interrupting your brothers lessons for the fun of it?” He asked, momentarily taking in that Thomas had at least straightened his back at his appearance.
“There's a gala next week and I can't remember all the stuff you say about presentation but Thomas really needs that lesson if there are going to be agents and acting scouts there.” Roman explained, clearly checking the others to see if they were okay with the summons he'd silently sent out.
Virgil had actually relaxed at his presence for the first time in a while. “For once I entirely agree. Dee definitely knows how to make a positive first impression. Let Logan or Roman take over for the second impressions though.”
“Darling you do me an injustice when you speak like that.” Deceit turned to focus on everyone then, hands lifted to his chest as his spoke. “What's your opinion, Thomas. I've just come from trying to teach a distracted student and would rather not have another one.”
Thomas blinked at being given the clear choice of what happened next. It always seemed like only Deceit remembered to acknowledge the power he held over the sides. “I'm willing to at least listen and try to learn whatever it is Roman thinks I need to be told.” He decided after a moment, watching to see what the reaction was.
That was enough to have everyone being waved into seats around the room so Deceit could have some space. Mentally he was running through the assistance and lessons he'd given to Roman over the years before realising it was best to start with the basics. He could work on Thomas's presentation first.
“It’s like I always say; flair is important!” Deceit says, holding his posture gracefully as he walks. “There’s nothing quite like the impact of one’s bearing upon the impression people will have of you. One, I mean. It’s almost the first thing someone notices, and it can fix poor clothing or a dirty face up just like that and have you treated like royalty in no time.” He snaps his fingers to demonstrate, turning around with a charming and regal smile, executing a shallow bow and flourishing his hand. “So,” he continues, letting his shoulders relax. “What do you think?”
“I think I need to be taking notes and let you be at the front of my mind with Roman at the event next week.” Thomas stated, quickly getting up to fetch a notebook as Patton and Virgil both sunk out, knowing the new plan but not needing to be as involved with it as they could have been now Deceit was helping.
