Fashioning Masculinities || [Houling Like a Wolf]
@oh-heartlessman
There was supposed to be another member of their group. Toulouse was used to threes, after all. First, it had been him and his siblings. Then, Hades and Belle. Even the children were in three.
Two was far too few.
Especially when the company was a certain Howl Pendragon. It wasn’t that Toulouse didn’t like Howl, except that he did. He had always found the sorcerer to be flamboyant to the point of parody. Garish and tacky, a peacock who didn’t know how to not flaunt his feathers.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do for it. Some emergency had come up in Swynlake. Lou hadn’t cared enough to hear passed: I won’t be able to come with you. He had said he would go by himself--when Belle pointed out that Howl still had his ticket.
So, here they were, at the Victoria and Albert Museum and entering into the busy lobby, prepaid tickets in hand. Lou swept right passed the main entrance, businesslike to the west of the building.
“This way,” he called to Howl, who was lingering. “The Sainsbury Gallery is through the Sackler Courtyard.”
[outfit]