Thank you for having me. You're looking well.. I'm glad to see it.
[Leave it to Sparkling to manage the look of effortless perfection even off the clock. Vicious wonders briefly if maybe he should have put himself together a little better before coming over, but the worry is instantly quelled by the warm greeting he receives. Sparkling's disarming presence is almost dangerous in it's efficacy, but Vicious can't seem to find a reason to fight it.
He takes in the delightful floral vision before him with genuine awe, a real smile-- one that even manages to reach his eyes-- tugging at the corners of his mouth. His laughter is similarly genuine, truly pleased to see Sparkling looking better than the last time they saw one another.
Vicious crosses the threshold with a polite nod, turning to hand the small, neatly folded stack of clothing over to his host.]
Well, I wouldn't have guessed it, but this is a good look for you. You look like you should be at the beach, sipping a peach bellini at sunset~
[The last line drips with a good-natured melodrama, never one to deny any opportunity for theatrical emphasis.
He's quick to follow direction, making his way over to perch on the couch, politely folding his hands in his lap.]
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Date: 2022-03-13 06:19 pm (UTC)[Leave it to Sparkling to manage the look of effortless perfection even off the clock. Vicious wonders briefly if maybe he should have put himself together a little better before coming over, but the worry is instantly quelled by the warm greeting he receives. Sparkling's disarming presence is almost dangerous in it's efficacy, but Vicious can't seem to find a reason to fight it.
He takes in the delightful floral vision before him with genuine awe, a real smile-- one that even manages to reach his eyes-- tugging at the corners of his mouth. His laughter is similarly genuine, truly pleased to see Sparkling looking better than the last time they saw one another.
Vicious crosses the threshold with a polite nod, turning to hand the small, neatly folded stack of clothing over to his host.]
Well, I wouldn't have guessed it, but this is a good look for you. You look like you should be at the beach, sipping a peach bellini at sunset~
[The last line drips with a good-natured melodrama, never one to deny any opportunity for theatrical emphasis.
He's quick to follow direction, making his way over to perch on the couch, politely folding his hands in his lap.]
So, to what do I owe the pleasure?