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[wannabethehero]

[The audio on this message is a little hard to pick out from some background noise - it sounds like Kiwi is in a public area with a lot of chatter.]

Hi everyone. So, Will is staying with me for a while. He's been really stressed and sad, after the monster attack and...some friends of his getting sick.

So I want to do something to cheer him up; I'm putting together kind of a last minute party. Nothing too fancy...if you want to come over, we can play some games or just talk. I just want to remind Will that we love him and we're still here!

Let me know if you'd like to come...and don't tell Will about it! I want to surprise him.

Comments

[twistedempathy]

Hehehe, I guess you had no choice but to fall in love then, huh? I mean, you wouldn't want to be seen at anything but your best!

[A general truism, maybe--but also something he's just noticed about Magolor, period. He's just so poised and polished, so so confident and collected! It's rare to see anything but him putting his best foot forward.

.....Wait. He doesn't have feet. Best hand forward? Either way, he'd surely never settle for wearing anything that wasn't both expertly made and flattering.]

Sometimes the clothes make the man, and sometimes the man makes the clothes--so is it both in your case?

[begguiling]

Now that you put it that way, I can't help but agree!

[He giggles again. There's something a little dark about the humor of this: he remembers, though hazily, when and how and why he began wearing clothing at all. It isn't just that it's hard to find anything on this planet that fits him. Most of his kind don't wear clothes, so it's not even like he could go to some mystical homeworld full of Magolors and hit up a shop there; it doesn't exist. He had had to teach himself how to alter the Halcandran garb both to protect himself and to fit in, and had learned over time how to make it reflect exactly how he saw himself and wanted to be seen by others. . . . The clothing had made the man. Without it, he wouldn't be able to pull off the exact aesthetic he does, or to go undetected so long on Halcandra.]

I'd say it's a chicken and egg type of deal.