@melmalum-a / @vaebled (Garrett) ;
If V didn’t have to get dressed tonight, he’d have been disappointed. It was thanks to reasonably deeper pockets that he could afford new articles with which to pretty himself twofold. It just so happened that Valentine’s evening had come upon them, and V was only too eager as he’d buttoned up a rarely worn shirt, laced rarely worn shoes, and fastened around his hips a belt he’d not touched until today. Such a clean appearance once he was all clothed, though did little more to his hair than comb it. Skin spotless, not a speck of facial hair where it needn’t be, eyes crisp and clear as they’d stared back at the visage that studied them—V thought himself fair, ever modest even as he’d put in a conservative effort to dress better than he normally would. He did not anticipate a formal occasion; he didn’t have the garb for one, anyway.
Their shared flat may have been humble, but it suited their needs. V neatly tucked away his older clothes and accessories in his own space save for the silver-plated ring on his left hand and the demon’s tooth on his throat. He was certain Garrett would not mind, not by the way he’d looked at the slim figure tugging on sleeves a dark shade of violet. Inked arms would be exposed from the elbows down, and in fact he’d wear all of his demons no matter where his beau would take him tonight. Regardless of the season’s chill, he suspected he’d spend more time indoors than out and decided not to wear anything more.
“I’m all dressed up with somewhere to go, and I still don’t know where that is.” He amused himself with both the play on words and the fact of the matter. To know the specifics of their dinner was really quite a paltry thing, but he thought to wonder regardless. All the while, he was cheery and his smile bright. V didn’t remember being in a better mood, and looking at his beau granted him all the anticipation in the world. “Are you going to keep it to yourself until we get there?”
