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Kiyoto
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05-25-2014, 07:12 PM
She chuckled lightly, "no combat tonight...merely human relations and the like." She laid the dresses upon the bed. "Choose whichever you like best" she turned to prepare a few other things. Destro sat at the table, his good eye turning on Jerry and Claire as they began their scuffle. Trigger laughed, reaching up lightly to poke Claire's chest. "Bigger than grenades, but not sub missles" he laughed again, a joke about her size in general. When she said he was next, he smiled "ooo Clairey the Canary feeling frisky~" With that he laughed, grabbing Jerry's hand. He pulled him away and out of the room knowing it would send the female over the edge.
Once more Destro sighed, man his co-workers were a bunch of kids. He would have to step in eventually, but after the day they had had, he would allow them to have a bit of their fun. So he simply sat there, enjoying his smoke. Yamato himself was getting ready. He hated such formal occassions. They were a waste of time, when he could be doing something more productive. He had taken a shower, drying off his body a bit. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed slightly as the remnants of the water's heat lingered on him. He slipped on a pair of black pants, before a black silk dress shirt was applied as well. Buttoning it up, he tucked it in for the most part before he applied his belt. He looked in the mirror, attempting to get his black tie straight.
It was a dark outfit, but it fit his body quite nicely. With the addition of his military coat, that reached nearly to the floor around him, all that was left was a few small bits of the more military side of it. He placed on and laced up a pair of black leather boots. Even for such an intimidating man at his young age, any would have said he looked very handsome in formal uniform. Normally his choice in clothing was a tad more relaced to be able to move and function. Seeing as he would be stuck in a ball room tonight though, it was going to have to do. He slipped his pocket watch into place, as well as a pair of cuffs upon his sleeves. The last part of his outfit was his signature black leather gloves. He glanced at his reflection once more with his usual monotoned expression.
Running a hand down his tie to straighten it, he checked the time. They should be getting ready to go soon, but he had one more piece of business to deal with before that happened. Stepping out of his private on base quarters, he walked off alone to deal with said business.
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