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[knightunerring]

[The video switches on to a young man sitting at attention across from the propped up device, his expression set in a polite smile. He’s changed from his armor into casual clothes, but his sword hangs close at hand from the back of the chair he’s sitting on.]

Ah... Hello. My name is Flynn Scifo. I’ve been assigned as an "imPort fashion commentator." I’ve been looking into what that means, and I had a few questions. It says to focus on my strengths. That would be uniforms, but...

[He glances down at his notes for confirmation and frowns in thought, tapping the end of the pen against his cheek.]

It seems an important part of the job is to "know my audience," so I’d like some advice. What kinds of things would people want to see? And what should I comment on?

[And, more to the point, what kind of fashion commentary can be trusted from a man whose shirt is too small and whose hair is 75% cowlicks?]

Any suggestions would help. Thank you.

Comments

[protagerrant]

I don't know whether to be offended by that or not...

[knightunerring]

That's not what I meant.

[He glances over at Yuri with a slight smile.]

[protagerrant]

[Eyes him suspiciously.]

... Anyway, you can't just wear my clothes. [Since they don't fit.] I'll show you a couple places later.

[knightunerring]

Right. Thanks.

[He tugs the shirt absentmindedly at his side. About that...]

Have you lost weight, Yuri?

[That's a little worrying. Maybe he should cook him something.]

[protagerrant]

[How does Flynn manage to zero in on the most annoying subject every single time. What's worse is Yuri knows it's not even on purpose.]

I haven't lost any weight, Flynn. You've gained.

[knightunerring]

What? No, I'm the same as always.

[He's totally sure he knows his own weight, thanks.]

[protagerrant]

You've definitely gained in the last couple of years.

[knightunerring]

Hm. ...That's true.

[He glances assessingly at Yuri again. It's not like he hadn't noticed how many years it had been since they'd done things like shared clothes, but it's a little surprising somehow just the same.]

[protagerrant]

[Yuri's sprawled out on his side on his bed, chin propped in his hand.]

You just noticed?

[knightunerring]

It's harder to notice changes in yourself.

[He doesn't really seem aware that he's still staring, frowning slightly in abstraction.]

[protagerrant]

[Neither does Yuri, at the moment. He's looking at Flynn in much the same way Flynn is looking at him, brow faintly knitted.]

I know I haven't changed.

[knightunerring]

[That startles a short laugh out of him, even if it doesn't break his stare.]

Is that really what you think?

[protagerrant]

What? If you think I look any different you're seeing things.

[knightunerring]

You do. [Very definite!]

[protagerrant]

How's that? I haven't changed my hair in years, I stopped getting taller the same time you did...

[knightunerring]

Hm... It's nothing like that. [He pauses for thought.]

[protagerrant]

... Don't get sappy.

[knightunerring]

[He didn't even SAY anything yet.

Although he's half considering taking that as a challenge.]

Maybe we both just look older.

[protagerrant]

Yeah... maybe.

Surprised you don't have any gray hairs after the last year. I'm pretty sure I do.

[knightunerring]

Mine are harder to spot.

[He leans back towards the bed to peer at Yuri's hair.]

[protagerrant]

Are you actually looking...?

[knightunerring]

Ah, I see. Right there.

[Reaching out to tweak a small piece of Yuri's hair.]

[protagerrant]

I'm surprised my entire head isn't grey.

[knightunerring]

[He laughs and leans back again.]

It wouldn't suit you.

[protagerrant]

What? I don't think I'd look half bad.