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francel de haillenarte ([personal profile] haillenarte) wrote in [community profile] dutyroulette 2016-12-27 09:22 pm (UTC)

[francel half-stumbles as he's led behind the curtain, compliant to the tailor's needs though he protests softly all the while.]

A-Ah, just a moment, please, Lord Hairrant — !



[in the end, francel's every measurement (every. measurement.) is taken without delay, his figure is complimented more times than francel can remember ever hearing in his life, and lord hairraint's swashbuckling grin is burned into his vision like the lingering smile of a cheshire-cat.

then — just as francel thinks it's all over, and he finishes putting all his clothes back on — the tailor comes back with aymeric's selections of coat and pantaloons and leather boots, all swiftly pulled to francel's size. so francel has to take all his clothes off again and change into that — and it's a strange feeling, to have such fine fabrics against his skin, and so many new clothes at once.

finally he emerges from behind the curtain in aymeric's chosen garments, looking neat and nervous and very handsome. it was a good thing, really, that he left before he could grab his hat; francel looks like a completely different man without his, and it flatters his looks all the more to be without it.]


Is... Is this as it should be, Ser Aymeric? Er... Lord Hairrant?

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