Curving each end of his mustache upward in the reflective surface of the mirror next to a little bucket Dutch is confident that he looks the part for this score. No longer a dirty yankee but an important guest at a ball. And a ball was just the place he and Kana were going to hit tonight.
Dutch was clad in his black tuxedo, accentuated with a white pin-flower. The outfit was complimented with top hat and gloves.
He caught himself admiring his facial hair and likening it to that of whiskers just like the accentuated whiskers of a clever and cunning cat. On the subject of cats where was the youngest feline?
❛ C’mon, Cinderella or it’ll be midnight. ❜ He was impatient but by no means aggravated. This was probably the youngest’s first extravaganza and she wanted to look the part.
A sense of pride washes over him as the young woman reveals her dress for the event. He has to take a moment to let it all sink in. This was a leap from how she usually presented herself, though she is always pretty, it was just a shift to see her actually wear a dress. ❛ Maybe I should be robbing you.❜ He teases. ❛ In that outfit you’re going to fit right in they won’t be able to tell a couple of yokles like us from any lady, lord and bachelor. ❜ What better time to spend with the young lady he considers to be like a daughter to him than to rob a bunch ignorant, stuck up socialites at their own party?
❛ - Our chariot awaits. ❜
/ @karismatickitty
