[Guess who's carrying over a bottle of bubbly and three champagne glasses~?
Hey, only the classiest for the classiest of people. He even bought the glasses just for the occasion. Of course, his own classiness is probably negated by his lack of shoes and half-buttoned shirt, but whatever, right? This is nothing if not a space to relax. Among other things.]
[ The absolute classiest! And it's okay, what Bro lacks in shirt and properly buttoned shirts, Dad makes up for it in spades, because even when relaxing he's got his shoes firmly on his feet and his shirt buttoned to the last button with his tie nicely straightened and in place.
He is leaning back in his seat though, so at least in that way he looks like he's almost pretending to be able to relax for five seconds. ]
[The door to the bathroom swings open, and an expertly dressed woman walks out. She's smoothing down her hair and straightening her dress before walking over to where the two men are.
What's this? No shoes on? She shoots Bro an almost disapproving glance, barely hidden behind a polite smile. She directs a kinder smile Dad's way before taking her seat at the table.]
[ Dad sits up a little in his seat, looking at mom. He's pretty comfortable where he is, but doesn't have a real preference one way or another about where they sit. ]
[Well, wherever the booze goes, Mom follows, so she glances over at Dad before rising back up again.] I agree with him, actually. It's been a bit of a long day.
[With that, he leads the way, letting a quiet smirk play over his lips. Believe it or not, he's pretty goddamn pleased that this is working at all, 'cause damn, talk about opposites attracting. His brand of wooing doesn't exactly involve wining and dining, so Papa Egbert and Mama Lalonde here pose a pretty unique challenge. And it's... actually kind of fun doing something so completely different.]
[Mom gives him a small smile and accepts his arm. What a gentleman!] Thank you.
[She obviously hasn't noticed that smirk on Bro's face. She's watching him lead the way, though, so very comfortable at his place, even with guests over. He's so different from Dad; still, she thinks he's an interesting enough fellow, and worthy to spend an evening with.]
[Y'know for all his wanting to impress, he's pretty comfortable just being as he normally is around these two. There's a little less swearing and a little less throwing of puppets and weapons, sure, but everything else, they at least tolerate with a smile. Some of his peers take one look at him and won't even give him the goddamn time of day. So screw them, right? This is all he needs.
Which is why he gladly sets down the glasses on the coffee table and doesn't even think twice before kicking his legs up as he starts opening up the champagne bottle.
[ Yes, it can probably be safely assumed that everyone who isn't Bro is more than happy not to have the rear end of a puppet shoved into their face. An odd concept for sure, but still generally seems to hold up with most people you meet.
Either way, he smiles back at Mom and offers an- ]
Of course.
[ Before guiding Mom into the next room and offering her a seat. Might as well make sure the other two are comfortably seated (and it certainly looks like Bro already is), before finding a place for himself. ]
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robodicking2012-04-03 03:03 pm
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Hey, only the classiest for the classiest of people. He even bought the glasses just for the occasion. Of course, his own classiness is probably negated by his lack of shoes and half-buttoned shirt, but whatever, right? This is nothing if not a space to relax. Among other things.]
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He is leaning back in his seat though, so at least in that way he looks like he's almost pretending to be able to relax for five seconds. ]
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What's this? No shoes on? She shoots Bro an almost disapproving glance, barely hidden behind a polite smile. She directs a kinder smile Dad's way before taking her seat at the table.]
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So you sure you don't wanna take this to the living room? It's a hell of a lot comfier.
[And kind of what he planned on, given his state of undress. Oops.]
And then I almost replied with Jake, and things almost got weird
I'm content either way.
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[With that, he leads the way, letting a quiet smirk play over his lips. Believe it or not, he's pretty goddamn pleased that this is working at all, 'cause damn, talk about opposites attracting. His brand of wooing doesn't exactly involve wining and dining, so Papa Egbert and Mama Lalonde here pose a pretty unique challenge. And it's... actually kind of fun doing something so completely different.]
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And of course, he doesn't want to keep their host waiting, since he's gone through so much trouble for them both. ]
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[She obviously hasn't noticed that smirk on Bro's face. She's watching him lead the way, though, so very comfortable at his place, even with guests over. He's so different from Dad; still, she thinks he's an interesting enough fellow, and worthy to spend an evening with.]
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Which is why he gladly sets down the glasses on the coffee table and doesn't even think twice before kicking his legs up as he starts opening up the champagne bottle.
Classy as fuck, right here.]
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Either way, he smiles back at Mom and offers an- ]
Of course.
[ Before guiding Mom into the next room and offering her a seat. Might as well make sure the other two are comfortably seated (and it certainly looks like Bro already is), before finding a place for himself. ]