Duo exits the small room he was using to dress, leaving behind a garment bag filled with his civilian clothes draped over a chair.
"Hey," he calls out to Cordelia, fiddling with a handful of shiny metal, enamel, and ribbons. "Want to tell me if I got all my chest candy on straight?"
He's wearing a Preventer dress uniform, which has a high collar (no tie, score), and a good haul of medals already pinned on it. Duo has been busy.
His boots are shiny, his braid is smooth. He's also got a carefully shined leather thigh sheath, and one of his better knives. This is a formal event, after all.
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"Hey," he calls out to Cordelia, fiddling with a handful of shiny metal, enamel, and ribbons. "Want to tell me if I got all my chest candy on straight?"
He's wearing a Preventer dress uniform, which has a high collar (no tie, score), and a good haul of medals already pinned on it. Duo has been busy.
His boots are shiny, his braid is smooth. He's also got a carefully shined leather thigh sheath, and one of his better knives. This is a formal event, after all.