("even God(TM) could have worn crocs better than this dude for sure lmao" - may, probably, circa 2XXX) - continued! / @riverdebt !
And taking the obvious ragebait, the man rambles back to her about his very stylish and impeccable dress sense. Or something like that. To be frank, May wasn't really paying attention - she had half an ear out to listen, and the rest of her focus was on a quick survey of the room, where she concluded that the interior certainly matched the rest of the rooms and hallways she had floated through prior to sticking her head into this one.
Quite the fancy place this was, really. The aesthetic is quite adjacent to Mr. Person With A Very Stylish And Impeccable Dress Sense And Yes That's Sarcasm. Hm. Hmmm.
"—Sue me?" the woman replies, more an absentminded repeat of the last thing she heard, before the words properly register and she grins. She starts to float the rest of herself down from the ceiling - though she stops short of reorienting herself from her upside-down position. "Hilarious. Do you even know my name? Pretty sure any formal procedure like that requires a name for the defendant. And the plaintiff too - but is your name even worth being put on some petty court documents?"
She giggles, and finally turns to a proper standing position that isn't upside-down - although, she's still floating some ways in the air regardless. "From my first impressions, I'm not sure of that. After all, a truly stylish man—one that you so proclaim to be—probably wouldn't care if their wardrobe gets any media attention whatsoever. After all, it's not that clothes make the man - it's the man that makes the clothes."
A delicate sigh, mocking sigh, as she rests her cheek in a palm. Red eyes fall into a narrow, perhaps contemplative look - or at least, if her demeanour didn't reek of an acting jester right now. "But it seems you're just not all that confident. Or all that of anything. All glamour and no substance. Or are you? Any evidence to the contrary for this court case?"
