Who| Albert and Terezi
What| Post arena talkings and general cute
Where| District 3 suite
When| While Jet and Venus are out shopping
Warnings/Notes| Forthcoming if necessary
With Jet off rambling the town with Venus, Albert takes his bit of alone time to commandeer a recliner and settle in the suite living room with a cup of coffee at his side and a style book granted him by his stylist in his lap. He really should have gone with his fiance and their friend, it would make more sense to get all the clothes shopping for the big event done in one fell swoop. But that would mean that Albert would see what Jet would wear before they ever stepped up to the altar and it just feels
wrong. A little, ultimately stupid argument about it and Albert's left to his own devices for an afternoon after being pactically joined at the hip since Albert had left the arena.
He sips at his coffee and flips through the book, mentally rejecting some
truely awful options with practically comical expressions on his face. Who would ever
wear this? What happened to the classic tux and tails? The world's gone completely mad.
"Completely crazy..." he mutters aloud, grumbling into his coffee and turning another page.