[ vassalord: rayflo + cherry; closed post ]

[likeagoodson]

[ Everything about this moment is rather embarrassing for him, and he's not looking anywhere but the ground. Ever again. He stands in the middle of one of their larger rooms in nothing but a towel, hair still slightly damp from the shower he'd taken earlier. Charley had done many things in his life, but this was, by far, the worst of them.

He also has his back to Master, hand clutching tight to his last thread of modesty. ]

I don't know why I'm doing this. [ Under his breath, words red-hot with discomfort. ] What's the point exactly?

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[lovethyfather]

[ To be honest, he was still surprised he'd talked Cherry into it. Mr. Stuck Up Goody Two Shoes deviating from his norm? Stop the presses, the entire world is going to end. But hey, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Rather, he was going to ride it through to the end. (dance_okok)

So he just sits back, one leg crossed over the other and grinning. Don't think he didn't hear that, son. ]

Because! You need a change of wardrobe, Cherry. It's all so...boring. Even you have to get tired of it sometimes!

[ Though to be honest, he hadn't really thought this through. His own wardrobe was composed of things he felt like wearing at the time - just a thought, and he was clothed. He had some things, but, well...

It would be interesting to see how this all played out. ]

Unless your tastes are too refined for your father, now?

[likeagoodson]

There's nothing wrong with routine, Master. I like everything the way it is.

[ He answers calmly even as he moves back, steps on something peculiar and turns to face his unknown assailant; it's one of the many bags in the room, full of purchased things Charley's sure to regret once he has them on his person. Even his imagination could not prepare him for what - he was sure - was planned for him.

The towel slips a little, and so does his expression. ]

Don't just sit there! Help me! [ And as if to make sure he knows: ] This was your idea!