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Apr. 6th, 2015 08:58 pmHaving recently acquired a job, Dorian soon finds himself at a bit of a cultural crossroads with Darrow. Tevinter had been a place of particular, and rather singular, style. The majority of Dorian's wardrobe was not very casual, and yet the silks and other fine fabrics of it were not formal enough to be worn without comment at his new job. He doesn't think that he shall find a detente on his own.
But he knows where he can go for help.
Dorian finds himself slipping through the door of the shop that Biffy works at. He trusts the other man to set him right -- and hopefully, not to overcharge him. Dorian's job does not pay him what he feels it fairly ought to.
"Biffy?" he calls out, hoping that he's about. The outfit that he wears tells his story on its own -- grey slacks beneath a peacock blue shirt. The revealing neckline is only made more demure by the paisley scarf that Dorian has tied around his neck. It isn't a bad outfit; but at three in the afternoon, it isn't quite right. Even Dorian begins to feel like he's sticking out too much.
"Are you around? It's Dorian Pavus."
But he knows where he can go for help.
Dorian finds himself slipping through the door of the shop that Biffy works at. He trusts the other man to set him right -- and hopefully, not to overcharge him. Dorian's job does not pay him what he feels it fairly ought to.
"Biffy?" he calls out, hoping that he's about. The outfit that he wears tells his story on its own -- grey slacks beneath a peacock blue shirt. The revealing neckline is only made more demure by the paisley scarf that Dorian has tied around his neck. It isn't a bad outfit; but at three in the afternoon, it isn't quite right. Even Dorian begins to feel like he's sticking out too much.
"Are you around? It's Dorian Pavus."
