[He'll have to excuse her if it takes a moment. Seems she might have just gotten out of the shower, if the robe and wet hair bun atop her head are anything to go by.]
[Oh, how darling! Augustine can't help but feel a little bad for springing up on her like this.
He's perfectly elegant in one of his elegant crimson waistcoat with a crisp white shirt underneath along with dark red slacks. His light-brown hair is actually brushed back for once in a surprisingly long loose braid. Augustine looks like he's still at the office considering the scenic background of Nova City behind him. His office is mostly white with a clean chrome and glass finish. It's quite modern looking with a rather minimalistic tone.]
The honor is all mine, dear. I was hoping you had some time to spare.
[Augustine never mentioned his day job to her, has he? He catches her gaze briefly but thinks nothing of it. When they meet up, he'll mention it. Being the curator of the Nova City Museum is busy work.]
I was wondering if you're up for a shopping trip in Fayren, Dove. I'm...in search of something for a particular Halloween costume I'm making.
[That certainly takes her by surprise, but she does perk up a little at the idea. She grins over at the device, raising a brow.]
Oh? Anything we may have previously discussed?
[She still wants to see him in a halo and wings, and Fayren seems to be the most obvious place to hunt that sort of thing out. Wings or no, however, she's pleased with the offer; seems that her night out with Namur has bolstered her confidence in hanging around 'Rip's men'. Still, she's a bit surprised hat he's called her specifically.]
[ If anything, Augustine means to foster a decent enough professional relationship between them. Especially, since the performance is fastly approaching. Rip will always come first no matter what.]
Indeed. [He answers with a slight smirk.] In truth, my Halloween idea is less of a costume and more like me dragging up the past. However, I plan to add a certain pair of wings to make it pop.
[Oh, boy. Should he be messing with magical potions to achieve this aesthetic? Augustine thinks it's worth the risk.]
An half an hour works! I'll meet you at the Fayren's Gate. Wear sensible shoes, I fear there will be a lot of walking.
[The smile that blossoms across her face is stunningly infectious and full of unfiltered amusement. His acolyte side, perhaps? He had mentioned it, though the wings had been her lighthearted tease. Regardless, she's now even more excited for this meeting. She needed something to lift her spirits.]
Sensible shoes, [she scoffs, shaking her head and reaching for her phone.] They're all sensible if you wear them correctly.
I'll see you soon.
[As promised, she would arrive in the allotted half out, hair no longer damp, but fluffed and smoothed to perfection. While Augustine tended to favor an opulent flair for...any occasion, she concluded, she had opted for a somewhat simpler outfit: a comfortably lightweight, open backed sweater that showcased a delicate adornment that fell between her shoulders, well tailored jeans, and fairly tall, wedge-heeled ankle boots, despite his warning to wear 'sensible' shoes. She's very used to the feeling, and as Augustine is quite tall as it is...
She would alight a safe distance away, gracefully stepping down from her flight from Genessia and letting her wings fade before she approached.]
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Hello yourself~ to what do I owe the honor?
[Still dazzling as ever.]
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He's perfectly elegant in one of his elegant crimson waistcoat with a crisp white shirt underneath along with dark red slacks. His light-brown hair is actually brushed back for once in a surprisingly long loose braid. Augustine looks like he's still at the office considering the scenic background of Nova City behind him. His office is mostly white with a clean chrome and glass finish. It's quite modern looking with a rather minimalistic tone.]
The honor is all mine, dear. I was hoping you had some time to spare.
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Ah, sure... What's up?
[There may be something weary in her smile, but it's genuine nonetheless.]
I'm all yours.
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I was wondering if you're up for a shopping trip in Fayren, Dove. I'm...in search of something for a particular Halloween costume I'm making.
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Oh? Anything we may have previously discussed?
[She still wants to see him in a halo and wings, and Fayren seems to be the most obvious place to hunt that sort of thing out. Wings or no, however, she's pleased with the offer; seems that her night out with Namur has bolstered her confidence in hanging around 'Rip's men'. Still, she's a bit surprised hat he's called her specifically.]
I can be ready in a half hour.
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Indeed. [He answers with a slight smirk.] In truth, my Halloween idea is less of a costume and more like me dragging up the past. However, I plan to add a certain pair of wings to make it pop.
[Oh, boy. Should he be messing with magical potions to achieve this aesthetic? Augustine thinks it's worth the risk.]
An half an hour works! I'll meet you at the Fayren's Gate. Wear sensible shoes, I fear there will be a lot of walking.
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Sensible shoes, [she scoffs, shaking her head and reaching for her phone.] They're all sensible if you wear them correctly.
I'll see you soon.
[As promised, she would arrive in the allotted half out, hair no longer damp, but fluffed and smoothed to perfection. While Augustine tended to favor an opulent flair for...any occasion, she concluded, she had opted for a somewhat simpler outfit: a comfortably lightweight, open backed sweater that showcased a delicate adornment that fell between her shoulders, well tailored jeans, and fairly tall, wedge-heeled ankle boots, despite his warning to wear 'sensible' shoes. She's very used to the feeling, and as Augustine is quite tall as it is...
She would alight a safe distance away, gracefully stepping down from her flight from Genessia and letting her wings fade before she approached.]