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(post Mitternacht Ball announcement)

[tequila_sunset]

“Kim…”

Harry has approached him dramatically, waiting for him to finish his evening cigarette. His face is very serious- but also a bit pink. Which is notable, Harry does a lot of things without being nervous but matters pertaining to the Underground or small things Kim might not think of sometimes can make him fumble.

“I need you to style me.”

[pinballs]

Kim pauses, turning slowly to face Harry. His glasses perfectly rest on the bridge of his little capybara nose, glinting in the light. His ear twitches slightly. His expression may seem unamused, but really, it's quite difficult for a capybara to emote.

"You want me to style you?"

There's a tinge of amusement and incredulity in the lieutenant's voice. He removes the cigarette from between his horrible little rodent teeth and flicks some ash away. This must be a continuation of the "style buddies" thing from all those months ago.

"This wouldn't happen to do with the ball that was announced on the network, does it?"

[tequila_sunset]

“Alfred’s?” His voice breaks a little on the name. “Totally not. It’s absolutely not about his thing. Haha.”

[Wait why am I lying?]

DRAMA - (Sire, I’m always in favor of lying for no reason but I’m afraid this just looks very silly.)

HALF LIGHT - (You’re clearly nervous. He can smell it on you.)

SUGGESTION - (Play it off as a joke, just run with it.)

COMPOSURE - (That’s even more awkward.)

“Yeah, okay. It’s for the ball. Kim, I don’t think I’ve ever been to a ball before? What do people even wear to balls?”

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He glances at his watch, his head slightly tilted to the side. He's trying to hide a smirk on his face.

"Formal attire, usually. Something fancy to fit in with the other guests...though, I haven't ever been to a ball of this sort of caliber before."

He's never been to a ball ball, one where you get dressed in proper attire and consort with others while being served hors d'oeuvres. Instead, he has a recollection of an evening spent in a crumbling, half-maintained ballroom, the stench of sweat clinging to his nose, iridescent disco lights illuminating the pre-revolutionary molding, and glitter. Lots of glitter. Kim stood on the edge of the ballroom for a long time before a drag queen wearing a blue, frilly dress attempted to coax him out from the shadows and onto the dance floor.

He had fun. It was a nice memory, overall. But it gives him little impression of what to work from, here. He takes a small step back, gauging Harry's current outfit. What is he wearing, if anything?

"You'll be fine, so long as you wear something that you like--and is appropriate for the occasion. You've always had a...unique sense of style."

Looks like he'll need a little convincing before agreeing to be Harry's style buddy.