text, un: gautier, cw: some references to alcohol use and sexual content

[laidtocrest]

[Specifics tbd, but there's a drunk Midnight involved and he doesn't have a shirt and might've lost his pants. he's fucking naked.

But for now.]

a guy lost his clothes to the washer. anybody saw a pink shirt?

[Attached is a picture of Midnight. I have no fanart, so you must imagine this guy: no shirt, Jojo-posing, wearing a pink feathery thing, drunk, fly open.]

and here's the guy who lost his stuff

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action; if it's funny it's not my fault, i'm bad at comedy

[unrequite]

Are these all your clothes, then? Or is this theft?

[ Midnight seems a bit conflicted on this point, but he'll obediently get up and let Sylvain lead him to the other machines, peering inside. ]

[laidtocrest]

I'm not sure where the clothes come from, and I'm not sure why the washers do this sometimes, but...hey. Look, if you feel bad you can return the pants after someone else claims them. And if nobody claims them? They're yours.

[He's found...a garish tunic that he's offering to Midnight. Notably. it would look terrible on Midnight. Terrible color for his complexion.]

[unrequite]

It seems a bit personal when the clothing doesn't come from a store...

[ But he'll allow it, coming up to accept the tunic and just, pulling it over his head, uncritically. Sylvain, he's too stupid for this, please, ]

How's this?

[laidtocrest]

Terrible.

[Look, he's trying to balance being helpful with being...not helpful, it's a careful line they're treading, they're trying to thread the needle.]

You look like... [Words.] A sick wyvern choking on a deer too large for its stomach. Keep it on.

[unrequite]

[ Midnight looks at himself, then nods solemnly. ]

Quite right. Only I, with my incredible looks and confidence, can save this poor garment from the throes of iniquity, the falseness of beauty as a social construct.

[ He pulls his hair through the collar and settles the pink mumu over his shoulders again. I hate this. ]