(Have a lol whenever you come back!)
"Trust me," Tracey grinned, holding the uniform up. "It's ComicCon. If you wear this, NO ONE will think twice. I've got one too, it's FINE!"
It hadn't been easy, but she'd found one in his size: a gold and black Star Trek uniform! It was even the same series as hers, the original 1960s version!
Vincent... had his doubts about this, to be sure. But even if Tracey was a bit erratic at times, and sometimes had ideas that were... well... easily definable as unwise, he trusted her not to lead him into something dangerous. At least not deathly dangerous. "Alright. I will trust your judgement."
The last words of a man about to regret so many things...
Nevertheless, Vincent did his best to get the outfit on, hoping it looking good enough to blend in with other fans of this particular television show. Judging from how excited Tracey was, he guessed that he looked at least passable. "But did characters from this series have a face like mine?" he asked rather innocently, wondering how there was any chance at all that he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb, even at a convention where one of the major pastimes was to dress up as all manner of odd characters...
