961/Summer in the City

Summer in the City
Date of Scene:	15 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	In which Vorpal gets hired and Marinette comes to visit. A plan is hatched. Mwahahhahaa
Cast of Characters:	87, Beast Boy, 143

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Vorpal (87) has posed:
Holy hell, it was hot. Summer hadn't officially rolled in, but humidity felt like it was through the roof, and the sun was a bright and happy ball of glowing death, bathing the world in searing *joy*. Tommy hated it. This was his first summer covered in fur, and he clearly felt it a great deal more than other people. What's worse, his fur made it impossible to take cold showers as often as he wanted, leaving him the weak recourse of 'misting' himself instead. He comes out of the bathroom, wearing a tank top and boxer briefs, fur glistening with tiny droplets of water that he had mist-sprayed on him to keep cool.

"My kingdom for a working AC unit!" he declaims dramatically to no-one in particular. He had called the property managers, but it looked like it was going to take them a day or two to get to him. People's units apparently started having trouble when first running after a winter and spring of inactivity.

Go figure.

He collapses on the couch after opening a window in order to let the breeze in. One of the good things about being on the peninula was that he could count on some breeze. He exhales and puts a hand over his eyes.

"Alexa." Beep. "Play something. Anything."

The little speaker beeps once more, and Tommy's entertainment center comes to life as "Fall Into Place" by Apartent starts playing.

"Eh... it'll do."

His foot, dangling over the arm-rest, moves to tbe heat.

Beast Boy has posed:
Garfield flew over to the address on the resume, as a green pigeon. They were strong urban flyers. Oh look! An open window. Is it the unit he wanted? Landing down on the sill, Pigeon Boy peeks in and coos happiy when he spots an orange cat on the sofa, looking hot.

Like, broken AC hot.

The other hot too.

Garfield shifted to the Cheshire Boy form, feet dangling inside the window, head inside, back bowed to fold himself in the window... and blocking that lovely breeze.

"Hi! Bad time?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"GAH!"

The Cheshire jumps off the couch, rolling off and landing on his face on the floor, quickly getting up to his haunches. "Wha-whe-where I! Was!" He had been dozing off due to the heat, and everybody knows what a startled cat will do when roused from his slumber.

"Ga-- Garfield?" he blinks as he stands up. And then hemembers he's in his briefs. He grabs one of the pillows from the couch as nonchalantly as he can to hold it in front of him. Because that totally looks nonchalant.

"Wer.. Hi! You're here! At the window. Was the elevator broken?"
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Beast Boy has posed:
Garfield watches spooked cat do spooked cat and flail fall off the sofa. And then as Tommy pulls a cushion over his jingle bells. Garfield thumbs over a shoulder.

"I flew. I wanted to makre sure I had the right place, but I saw the window and there you were so I figured I'd stop in, save myself having to fly all the way down, then walk all the way up and wow it's hot in here."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Yyyeah, the AC unit broke. I've been cooking since." Tommy sits down on the couch, "I started misting myself to keep from getting heatstroke, it's my first summer with fur and... man. 'm dying here. I wish I could just switch around like you do."

"Now that the cat is out of the bag and on the windowsill, though... what brings you to my humble mini oven?" the cheshire asks with a smirk. "Do come in, if you don't mind baking alive."

Beast Boy has posed:
Slipping from the sill, Garfield grins, then whews as he steps into the too warm apartment.

"Yikes. You're not kidding, mini OVEN. You could buzz it? Or brush it? You should shed," Garfield says, sounding so sensible, somehow.

"Oh, just wanted to stop by, let you know I read your resume, and I'm totally not changing my mind."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Even after seeing me in the altogethers?" The cat smirks, and rubs a hand across his wild mane of red. "Apparently wonderland doesn't have seasons. I'm not going to get a lighter coat, it seems... and buzz it? Geez, that's a pain... and I honestly don't trust anyone enough to buzz the areas I can't reach. Not to mention I'd have to have no clothes on for them to do it. No. Nope. No." He shakes his head and smirks. He stands up, leaving the pillow behind. What the hell? Might as well. It's not like it's any different than his hero suit. Except that his hero suit doesn't have a cat vomiting a rainbow as the motif.

What? It was on sale. How could you resist that?

"So you're sure you wanna hire me? You poor fool." He smirks and walks up to Gar, crossing his arms. "Alright. So, do I call you Mister Logan? Mister Beast? Mister Boy? Beast Boss? What?" He grins.

Beast Boy has posed:
"It'd be weird to say because of, so we'll go with even after," Garfield says, looking around, hands on his hips, feeling just as uncomfortbale as Vorpal is.

"Yes. I'm a poor poor fool. Crazy. But whatever. i roll with it. And.. I like Beast Boss. That's awesome! But now, seriously... just clal me Gar."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal chuckles. He, of course, knows of Gar's (in)famous sense of humor, so he doesn't make much of the comment. "Alright, 'Gar'. It's weird calling you that. I've seen you on the movie screen, fer cryin' out loud. But anyways... you're in my home sweltering home. Any plans? There's a pool downstairs that belongs to this complex. I'm just suggesting that we can both faint here or refresh ourselves." He reaches out and touches Gar's fur-covered arm, "And you might want to lose the thick fur or you're going to melt. It's like wearing a fur coat in the middle of summer, isn't it?"

Beast Boy has posed:
"A little. Wooly mammoths are worse," Gar replies, smiling and turnig his shoulder into the pets. Pets for a cat are allways nice.

"I don't mind going down for a swim, because other than just dropin gin to say it's for sure I'm hiring you and to see when we can talking schedules and events and things, I didnt' have any plans."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Alright, then, gimme a sec." The Cheshire heads over to his closet. Then he looks over his shoulder. Right. "Excuse me," he says, and walks *into* his closet, closing it behind him. A few seconds later he walks out wearing a red and yellow squarecut, a towel around his shoulders and sunglasses. The illusion washes over him and turns him into Tommy, pale, freckled and red-headed. "If you don't have a 'suit, I've got some in my closet. See you down there!" he says over his shoulder and traipses out the front door, intending to get ahead so Gar can change, if he needs to.

It's still early in the day and most people are at work. There are a few random teens on one side of the pool, but the complex is large enough and the pool spacious enough that they can be in their own area without really running into anyone.

As he slips into the water and shivers with delight at the cold, he realizes that may change as soon as people see a green celebrity come down to the pool.

Beast Boy has posed:
Left alone, Garfield ponders a moment. He can remove the shoe portion of his suit, and the shirt. So he'd be left in like speedo pants. WHich will shift with him. So, he leave the shirt and the shoes and maks his way down to the pool. Sure, people give him looks, because he's green. He doesn't seem bothered, and as just a normal (green) boy, Garfield cannon balls into the deep end with a woooop!!!

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"AUGH!" Tommy shields himself to no avail. Of course, Gar can't see him drooping, dripping and wet. At least not the fur side. The redhead shakes his head, sending out more water than he should for just his hair. "You always have to make a splash where'er you go, don'tcha?" He gives a resigned grin and then submerges.

When he comes up again, he's wading closer to Gar, fully wet now. "So... does green skin get sunburnt? Do I need to get sunscreen? I haven't used it in forever." Because fur.

Beast Boy has posed:
Laughing as he resrufaces, Gar presses water from his face.

"Yes. Red on green I look like the grinch! But if I orca I'm fine. As long as I don't stay out here like for hours I'll be fine. And I'm wet already. Sunscreen. it will do nothing!" Gar chirps, grinning into his impression of Arnold Schwarz...i can't spell it.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Right, we won't be out here for very long, then, don't want to turn my boss into a cinder." He grins and leans back, treading a little. "I have to ask you a question. An honest one, so no goofing. Think you can manage?" He swims past Gar and he goes over to the edge of the pool to pull himself up and sit on the edge, letting his feet splash in the water a little.

Beast Boy has posed:
"I'm not going to do scotou's honor, cuz I was never a scout, though I did a cosplay of Jupiter once. That was sick! But I can try to be not-goofing. No promises, but I'll do my best!" Garfield says, swimming afer in a steady dog paddle. At least he's not a real dog!

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The redhead leans forward, lowering his voice a little. "Well... you're.... you have a very different look. You're like me..." except you're not covered in fur. Most of the time. "I've seen how people look at me sometimes and..." should he be telling his boss this? Probably not. "No... no, nevermind, it's a silly question. I'm sorry I brought it up-"

Beast Boy has posed:
Coming up next to Tommy, Garfield drapes his arms on the side of the pool, pulling himself up a bit to listen. There's a light frown on his face, one of concentration.

"...and? What? Only the unasked ones are silly. Every question's important to someone. What's yours?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The redhead takes a deep breath and ponders.

"How do you keep it from not getting to you?" He shrugs and looks around the pool before settling back on the green teen. "Sometimes I feel like hiding and never coming out. Sometimes. Not all the time. But even when I'm feeling good about myself..."

He trails off, and says, "You're green, and that's unusual. But you know, after the surprise, you look good, Gar." Or at least he found him handsome. "You can not be a cat, when you want to."

Beast Boy has posed:
That is a very serious question. Gar does, in fact, look so very serious.

"It used to. WHen it first happened. When I went back to school. I was a year behind. And my friends had moved on. And i was stuck a year behind, older and bigger and not remembering the stuff from before. So I was big and green and dumb. Jolly Green Giant. And my whole family was dead." Gar shrugs lightly, pushing past the still-hurts sadness.

"It still bugs me, sometimes. But I figure... I could let it get to me, let it get me down, let it give everyone around me power and control over me and my life and my feelings..." He pauses, smiling and looking up at Tommy. Dark green hair wet against bright green skin.

"Or. I could tell the rest of the world that yes, I'm green and I'm proud of it. I'm alive, because I'm green. I'm green because I'm alive. And you? You might still be all cat under there but you can be any color you want, any time. You can be a girl or a guy or a dragon. Trust me. Dargons are cool. And.. so what? You are you and that's amazing, because even if you can illusion or whatever you do yourself to look like ..like.. to most drop dead gorgeous guy you can think of? There 's still no one in the world, no one, who is YOU. And that makes you something... amazing."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Tommy takes this in and remains quiet for a bit. "That's actually... pretty thoughtful," he says. And then he reaches over to mess up Gar's hair with a hand- as messed up as it can get in a pool, anyways, "And corny. You're a total cornball, Garfield Logan."

But then something happens. His illusion becomes transluscent and then vanishes, leaving the Cheshire cat behind. He looks uncomfortable- but he doesn't look to see if anyone is staring at him. He stays up there for a few seconds and then slips back down into the water again, "Thank you, though."

He holds on to the side of the pool and looks at Gar for a few seconds. Then he looks down and tilts his head. "Gar, are those- are those your uniform pants?"

Beast Boy has posed:
"You asked for Serious Gar!" quips Beast Boy, back to grinning and light hearted. He doesn' teven seem flustered at the mussed up hair. He just closes his eyes to it, grinnin glike a cat.

"When I moroph into a Dauchund, I can be a corn-dog!" He laughs, because that was a stupid stretch of a pun and he doesn't care! His eyes open, the inhuman bright green and he smiles at the vision of the orange cat that garners a few less stares than otherwise. After all, green teen. OMG that rhymed!

"You're welcome," Gar says, swimming back a bit before glancing down ineffectively.

"....yeah...? Why?" Clearly, thinking ahead isn't something Gar does too often

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Your clothe are going to be dripping wet," Tommy points out, and swims closer. "Nothing in the pockets, I hop- do you even have pockets? That suit looks tigher than mine, and I thought that wasn't humanly possible."

The cat smirks and splashes Gar, "I see that part of PR is going to also be keeping you from walking off a cliff or something. It's ok, I've got clothes you can borrow..."

He hmms. "Though you're taller than me by.. what. Seven inches?" He's not terribly self-conscious, but he is small. Without the build of a gymnast, he'd look way younger than he actually is. "Ah well. You can tell people they're Capri pants." He grins and dives underwater, suddenly getting an impulsive thought.

Underwater, he zooms forward and tries to reach out fast enough to tickle Gar. His cousin used to do it all the time to him in the pool and he never managed to get her back for it.

Beast Boy has posed:
Splashed, Gar sputters on a laugh.

"Only if I'm a lemming. And I could just take 'em off in the bathtub, shift into a cat or a dog or a rabbit or something, and when they are dry put them back on," he offeres so logically. Because wet cloths do not bother him. Not as much as being underwater tickled. It might have been effective if Gar didnt' cheat and turn into a ...wait! Can not turn into any kind of fish! The chlorine! The chlorine! It burns! He STARTS to shift, then urks in disconfront and shifts right back, caught and tickled, and Gar struggles not to laugh and drown.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The cat emerges with a wicked grin, having gotten a hold of Gar's midsection to tickle. "You will give me... one million dollars and I will stop!" He tickles Gar some more, and then lets him go, laughing as he reaches for the side of the pool once more. "So... where //do// your clothes go when you transform?"

This was a question he had always wanted to ask.

Beast Boy has posed:
Sputtering, Garfield reaches for the edge of the pool and collects himself, catching his breath as he does so.

"Into the shape shift? I don't really know. It's some material of some kind or other. Special made. I try not to think about the science behind it cause it hurts my brain, so even though I know it's like sceience stuff, it's easier just to call it magic and move on with life."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The Cheshire cat chuckles. "Okay, that face you made when being tickled, we're going to have to recreate that for social media. Trust me. You'll get a million hits." He floats lazily across the water, closing his eyes a bit. "So, as your socia media PR person, what are my duties? Aside, of course, from trying to drown you." He opens his eyes and gives him a sly grin.

Beast Boy has posed:
Snickering, Garfield rolls a shoulder at the suggestion.

"Could be neat for Instagram. Sure," he agrees easily. Pulling himself out to sit on the edge of the pool, he sits, relaxed and calm.

"Well... if you know of events that would be good PR for me, before I do, book me. And when go with me and take pictures and post for me. Especially when I don't have thumbs. Lack of opposable thumbs makes updating hard to do!"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"I can totally do that. You'll have to give me your handles and passwords for your social media accounts so I can content manage for you, then. And the copies of any itineraries for any engagements you may have comitted to already."

He looks up at Beast Boy and keeps himself buoyant by taking deep breaths and keeping a steady paddle with his feet. Muscular builds aren't as easily buoyant as others.

"Oh, if you're still looking for apartments," he points towards one of the towers. "There's a penthouse open in the unit we were at. They just finished renovating it, actually. You probably can afford it, and it's mmuch more luxurious than my hole on the wall."

Beast Boy has posed:
"Sure. No problem, dude," Beast Boy replies easily, without worries. He's hired the cat, afterall. Ofc ourse he'll need to hand over his social media information. Not the email accounts they link to, but the social accounts for sure. Following the point, Garfield looks up and nods his head.

"Shiny," he replies. "AC work up there, you think? Cause if it does, and if yours ever breaks again, you can crash on my sofa... when I get a sofa..."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Offer appreciated. Provided I don't faint on the way over," Vorpal chuckles and then swims over to Gar's side, pulling himself up and sitting by his side. "I usually try to do laps but... it's too hot today. I just want to be cooled."

He looks over his shoulder and towards the ocean. "Isn't it a bit silly we're over here instead of out there in the real thing? Do you want to go there?" he says, looking back at Gar and not admitting he admired him for a second there. The green dude looks good in a swimsuit. "Gettin chlorine off my fur and getting sand and salt chrystals is about the same in levels of annoyance, anyways." He stretches back and rests back on his hands, enjoying the sun now that he is thoroughly soaked in cool, blissful water. He closes his eyes for a few seconds.

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
"You know, I can't fit you for a new suit when you're all wet, cat..." Marinwtte's voice rings out as she walks into the pool area. She's trying, bless her, to keep her tone light and is failing miserably. "And why are you out in this heat?" God she misses the weather back home.

Beast Boy has posed:
"I hear ya," Gar agrees easily, leaning back on his hands. Following Vorpal's gaze, the green young man looks over at the beautiful beach not far away.

"Hmm.... The only bonus to that is I get to turn into dolphins and things. Which would guaranteed turn it into a work outting and Yeahno. Not today, please," Garfield says, grinning right into the sound of marinette's voice. Green face turns so that green eyes settle on the girl.

"Because his apartment is hotter than soaking in the pool. You're fitting him for a new suit? Duuude. I am all sorts of jelly, Tom! You got a legit designer? Epic levels of cool," says Garfield, the smile bright and bold and like Vorpal's the movie star here and not himself.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal laughs and nudges Beast Boy with an elbow, "She's not my designer, she's my friend. Who happens to be a stellar designer."

The cat stands up and runs over to Marinette, stopping just short of hugging her because his fur is soaked with chlorinated water. "Mari! I was going to call you earlier but I fell into a heat coma. He rescued me from it... Oh, right."

He clears his throat and gestures to Garfield in as dignified a way as anyone can while wearing, basically, a square speedo, "Marinette DuPain Cheng, Garfield Logan. He's my new employer now."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
"Not steller enough since asshat father of the year felt the need to stop by and deliver racks of clothing he deems appropriate for me to be seen with his son in." The french accent gets thicker the more she rants. "I would have rather been in a heat coma..."

She tries to smile as she's introduced to Gar. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Green." O.O "Gar! Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" It's been a day for the girl.

Beast Boy has posed:
As Vorpal shoves up, so does Garfield, and he pads after the feline, wearing white and red tight pants. Hearing her rant and the accent, he tilts his head ever so slightly.

"Or so stellar he feels jelly. Don't let him cramp your style, m'amie," Gar offers smiling warming and offering a hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Marinette. I am, in fact, super green. So I'd answer to that. No need to be sorry at all. Hey. Ya'll wanna go someplace with AC? The hotel I'm at isn't so far away... by eagle. I promise, I will not make you walk to Mordor."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"The sour Gabriel Agimmeabreakste himself came to lord over you? Girl, you ignore that crotchety ass. He's probably cranky because his prostate is acting up or something. Just remember that when you get to marry -sigh- Adrien," He hooks an arm around hers, "He better treat you well, 'cause when he's gone you are the only designer left in the family. You can make Agreste designs into Dupain Dreams just like that," he snaps his fingers. They don't snap. He's wet.

"That's a splendid idea, Gar. What do you say, 'Nette?"

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
"Come back to apartment... I need to cook... God, Vorp, he brought Adrien's mother's gowns to wear!"

She sighs and leans into Vorpal, not caring that he's a drippy cat. "Adrien's at work and his father has left. There's now an entire guest room full of clothes to go through and I have no idea which are his mother's and which aren't and just... Ugh. So yes, cooking is good. And there's AC and a pool and a hot tub or you can play games or...Yes."

Beast Boy has posed:
"To the apartment it is!" Pause. "Wow. His mom's clothes to wear. That... could be sweet.. unless.. I'm guessing mom's... dead or something?" Gar doesn't know. "Which would be yeah. Let me fly up, grab my shirt, and then i'll be back down to pick you too up. This place it open enough for... a pterodactyl..."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Grab my pants, too. They're in the closet." Tommy says, since he wasn't about to traipse in what he was wearing. "Actually, get yourself a pair too and just hang your pants from my shower to dry while we're away." Because they were not going to leave wet trails all over the place.

He turns to Marinette once Gar has taken off.

"It sounds like Mister Agreste needs to be taught a lesson in control..."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
"Missing, actually... and, yes, the ... Wait a wha..." She blinks as Gar takes off, turning wide eyes back to Vorpal. "Is... is he serious?"

But then she snorts. "Gabriel Agreste has control down to a T actually." She practically glowers. "And Adriene's so broken where his father is concerned... He just... froze Vorp..."

Beast Boy has posed:
Of course, Garfield is serious. He turns into a hawk and flies away. A green hawk. Because GREEN!

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"That green boy is Beast Boy, you know. He's got that name for a reason." The Cheshire smirks and watches Gar take off, before he turns his attention back to his friend. "He's pretty cool so far." He must be, he never really liked the color green before.

"It sounds to me like Adrikins needs help from his best lady and his sassy gay friend."

He pauses for a second, and then he gets a *look*.

"In fact... I've had an idea. WHich might be a little like shock treatment, but... you trust me, right?"

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
"Don't. God, any nickname but that! I swear, I'll dump liquid sugar all over you...." She does a full body shudder at it.

"Beast boy, huh?" A brow arches and a sly smirk curves her lips. "So... If he really wanted... Hung like a horse isn't just a metaphor...?" Payback.

"Of course I trust you." ... ... "Why?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Mari! He's my boss! And we're just friends!" He says, eyes wide as he looks around, in case Gar is heading back. Ok. Good. "... clearly I have been a bad influence on you. Good job."

He grins.

"Well... I was thinking. You know my powers of illusion? We could coach Adrien-poo" BAD NICKNAME "in the art of developing a spine when facing parental tyranny. Get him used to fighting back against the image of his father making extraordinary demands."

He puts an arm around Marinette's shoulder, "I love that boy, but he is so clueless sometimes. Yes, Daddy Dearest has him under his thumb. But he has also invested an enormous amount of his brand on him. Adrien hasn't realized that he holds as much power over the brand... as his father does. He's the face that has sold it for years. What could be more scandalous and face-breaking than the scion of the Agreste firm walking away from it, citing case of domineering behavior and emotional abuse for years?"

He quickly says, "I'm not saying he DO that... but I *am* suggesting that our boy with the golden hair start getting used to the idea that he can always resort to that, or to the threat of that. Get that cortchety old man to see him like the young adult that he is instead of his doll. We need to back Adrien up emotionally enough that he knows that he can tell Gag-briel that if he keeps dominating him like this, he will walk... and we'll have his back. If he takes away the apartment, we can find another place together by pooling our resources. And do you KNOW how many brands would *jump* through hoops at the thought of having Adrien Agreste model for *them?*"

He pats Marinette's hip, "Your boy is golden and he don't even know it, gurlfriend."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
"So...? Adrien and I weren't even really what most consider friends and then were and now we're... Really complicated, actually..." And then she practically preens at her friend's approval.

And then all of a sudden those blue eyes light up and she's smiling brightly. "Vorpal, you're brilliant! I love you!" Screw that he's wet. Kitty gets a big, tight hug from the girl next to him.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The cat laughs and hugs back- well, they're going back to the apartment, she can get dry clothes. "What, do you think all that time in Wonderland didn't teach me something? Half of me may be inexperienced, but you have to remember- half of me lived thinking out of the box. So we're going to stage an intevention for Adrien and make him realize he's got the pan by the handle all this time without realizing it... and we can get to work."

He looks up, in the direction of his apartment. "Did you see how tight those pants were? Wow."

He steps back and walks towards the towel, "Let me dry up some. Unlike some lucky people, I can't switch my fur off with a wish."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Yep! All wet kitty equals all wet girl. Oh well!

"I hadn't noticed, actually but..." She shrugs. "I'm told I'm somewhat blinded these days. I don't think it ever occurred to Adrien that he could walk... He wants his father's respect and affection so badly..." She shakes her head.

"Won't take long to dry off in this heat," is said with a giggle. Which is likely why she's not freaking out. "Have you considered a suit made of whisk away material?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"His dad doesn't want to respect him. If he did, he'd give him the chance to be an equal," Tommy sighs as he dries the fur on his leg. "And that's a reality Adrien going to have to accept. It's going to be hard for him, so we need to commit to giving him the support he needs. After all, he's got all the approval and respect he needs, he just needs to realize he's looking at the wrong place." He looks over at Marinette meaningfully.

"Whisk away material? What is that?"

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
And that look causes a blush to bloom on Marinette's cheeks. "I saw him once stand up to his father... But not as himself... And because his father was in danger. He loves him so completely... And with his mother missing... It breaks my heart, Vorpal. He doesn't deserve that..."

Thankful for the shift in topics, she smiles faintly. "It's a material used a lot by hikers... It lets air flow through so that as long as there's even a faint breeze, the it cools you and sweat doesn't actually cling to your body but is absorbed by the material and dries very quickly..."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Ooh... I like that. We should take a look at how you can incorporate it into a design. Also..." he stands up and wraps his towel around his shoulders. "The reason I need a new suit is... well. It's the summer. I am fine with my old suit for the other seasons- I don't need a ton of extra layers for winter thanks to my fur- but I am cooking in the summer. While I hate the very idea of it, I need to have less material on -without- looking like being a stripper is my day job. You know what I mean?"

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Marinette can't help but chuckle, nodding her head. "When we get, I'll get your measurement and then draw up a few designs for you over the next for days. At this rate, I'll become the designer for heroes..." Since she's doing a new suit for Superman too. "We'll discuss it over dinner, oui?"