[Speaking of things hitherto unspoken of, there have been days far more recently than this infant version could attest to, when Prior's slunk back to their shared apartment with a pocket full of illicitly obtained goods. He picked up the habit young: when buying mascara was simply, mortifyingly out of the question, one's only option was to steal it instead.
Now he does it for the little buzz, and - back home - the fact that medication was expensive and his modest trust fund only stretched so far.
And he would absolutely hit up Richie for new shoes if he had any idea how easy it might be. The newer, fresher Prior's already starting to get an idea of it, not able nor trying to hide the lick of delight that those sparklers might be his.]
They'll fit.
[As he scoops them right off the shelf. He's wearing brogues with a stacked heel, about as groovy as a kid from his side of the tracks can get away with while still ostensibly under the thumb of societal expectation, and he kicks up one heel to tug it off in the next second.]
Things always fit when they're meant to be. [Cinderella taught him that, and he slows himself down to look back at Richie again - don't make it look like this is a contest without a prize] Or they're from a fairy godmother.
[He'll call you Daddy (Warbucks) if you want. But look - a step down and the shoe does indeed fit, with just a little extra room if there happens to be any growing left in him. Height wise he seems pretty well there. If anything more filled out than the Prior of 12 years time.
Who couldn't stand half so confidently comfortable in these heels, either. He was so healthy back then it's sickening. And he's tipping his head back, beaming wide at Richie.]
What do you think? Will they make me look - [The next part's obvious, except it isn't, Prior's just dipping his toes into being this daring out loud - so he blushes and stumbles but goes on.] I don't know, pretty?
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Now he does it for the little buzz, and - back home - the fact that medication was expensive and his modest trust fund only stretched so far.
And he would absolutely hit up Richie for new shoes if he had any idea how easy it might be. The newer, fresher Prior's already starting to get an idea of it, not able nor trying to hide the lick of delight that those sparklers might be his.]
They'll fit.
[As he scoops them right off the shelf. He's wearing brogues with a stacked heel, about as groovy as a kid from his side of the tracks can get away with while still ostensibly under the thumb of societal expectation, and he kicks up one heel to tug it off in the next second.]
Things always fit when they're meant to be. [Cinderella taught him that, and he slows himself down to look back at Richie again - don't make it look like this is a contest without a prize] Or they're from a fairy godmother.
[He'll call you Daddy (Warbucks) if you want. But look - a step down and the shoe does indeed fit, with just a little extra room if there happens to be any growing left in him. Height wise he seems pretty well there. If anything more filled out than the Prior of 12 years time.
Who couldn't stand half so confidently comfortable in these heels, either. He was so healthy back then it's sickening. And he's tipping his head back, beaming wide at Richie.]
What do you think? Will they make me look - [The next part's obvious, except it isn't, Prior's just dipping his toes into being this daring out loud - so he blushes and stumbles but goes on.] I don't know, pretty?