Snippet #1533727

Desmond didn’t get as dressed up as the others… well, that was probably because of two things; one, he was always dressed up, and two the crews didn’t really know what to do for a Hirule. One suggested making him wear a professor outfit as he was a teacher but that particular person suddenly met the ground hard win a flash of golden flakes. He was only slightly more receptive of the make-up crew, and for a good reason.

“Desmond! Sit Still!” Kalen said sternly as she slapped him upside his head. He had no choice but to sit still as ordered and allow the crew to apply the thin layer of powdered something to make him look great on camera.

“Why should I, I should just find those Game Masters and kill them instead of participating in this farce and-OW!” Kalen hit him again and he calmed down. He was pissed at the whole situation, and had to ask himself is Shad got roped into this the same way he had. Probably not, knowing that guy he was here for the hell of it. But Desmond still took Kalen by the arm and entered with her in a flowing strapless red dress and her hair up.

He wore his usual white suit and long overcoat draped over his shoulders. However the crew had insisted he wear a dress shirt with it instead of his usual without. He did so but refused the tie and instead let the shirt be opened to show off the necklace his fiancé had got him. He wore a large engagement ring on his other hand and a strange silvery bracer on each arm adorned with alchemic symbols. Glancing around he noticed Ara off to the side and together they walked over to her, “Hey, you good?”