royces-paintbrush replied to your post:royces-paintbrush replied to your post:Rude Darzi... "Darzi please you’re out of breathe, calm down… It’s just a few dresses, nothing to get upset about… And for the record you DO wear your own products.. Just pointing that out."
He sniffs and folds his arms.
"Well it's nothing I'd expect you to understand!" he's about to march off when Royce comment causes him to turn right around and march back.
"Of course I do! But there's one big difference that you're failing to see with your clever little comment, buddy!"
Darzi violently grabs the waist of his slacks and yanks them down. He steps out of them clumsily, then marches up to Royce and shoves them in his face.
"See? See that there?!"
He points to a small, monogrammed tag sticking out of it. It reads M.D.
"That would usually have my fancy brand logo and a bunch of washing instructions on it!" he grumbles, "But it doesn't. Because these are My pants. And nobody wears My clothing!"
He walks grandly away from Royce, still pantsless.
"That's My with a capitol M, Mr. Bracket! The clothes on my back are mine and mine alone, and nobody touches them except me!" he pauses, "And maybe Lilli when she's being silly."
"But the clothes I offer to people to wear are my products. I can't wear my own products! I can't be my own model!! That would be absurd! Who wants to wear clothes made specifically for a yellowish, stringy guy like me? Even if I am terribly brilliant~" his last words contain a small swell of self-indulgent pride.
"Anyway. Whatever. You don't wanna wear my dresses, that's your loss."
He tosses his head in the air. "Good day, Mr. Bracket! Good luck on… your building-y things or whatever."
And so he marches away, still, unfortunately, devoid of slacks.
