[It's not awkward - the flirting - maybe the laugh Prior chokes out is what cracks through the memory and lands them somewhere else. Somewhere obviously not the hallway of his apartment building, with its once-grand wallpaper peeling in spots and the scuffs in the carpet outside each door. He lives in Chelsea for pity's sake. It's going upmarket a little, but they've got a long way to climb before people start adding tapestries to the decor.
It would almost be possible to miss the distant voices in favor of playing A Manhattan WASP in King Arthur's Court but that's Dorian he can hear, and unless the Dorian beside him has an as yet unremarked on talent for throwing his voice, that makes two of them.
Plus, one of them sounds pissed.]
Why, am I underdressed? [Not a single guard has turned to look at them. It seems safe to say there's no dress code in place for guests from other planes. Prior's more interested in the aborted fight, but that interest shifts as soon as he picks up on Dorian's response.] What's going on?
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It would almost be possible to miss the distant voices in favor of playing A Manhattan WASP in King Arthur's Court but that's Dorian he can hear, and unless the Dorian beside him has an as yet unremarked on talent for throwing his voice, that makes two of them.
Plus, one of them sounds pissed.]
Why, am I underdressed? [Not a single guard has turned to look at them. It seems safe to say there's no dress code in place for guests from other planes. Prior's more interested in the aborted fight, but that interest shifts as soon as he picks up on Dorian's response.] What's going on?