The Socialite gave a thoughtful hum and considered the idea. "No, I should think not. Most of my clothing comes from elsewhere. Though I have seen some of the works of your employer and, I must say, there are quite a few beauties coming out of such a tailor. Regardless, I apologize for my assumptions. Had you been the climber in question, I might've asked what motivated such an ascent. However, seeing as you are not vertically inclined, then we two can only speculate what a hypothetical climber might have had in mind."
In truth, the Socialite saw that twitch of the eye and knew immediately that not only was this the climber before him, but the Tailor did not want knowledge of such a venture getting out. It was something to note, but nothing of import... yet.
Instead, the Socialite smiled. "The roof is hardly a covert meet cute, one perhaps even calling it overt, but perhaps that is the benefit of it. So overt, it circles around into covert, so strange that many do not wish to witness. And, as the conspicuousness of the location circles back around, so, too, does our conversation. It is a pity that I have neither seen you on the roof, nor have I frequented your tailoring employer, but perhaps a classroom meeting shall suffice. I am the Morbid Socialite, Mementomori Malodrema, though you may call me Maury. A pleasure to meet you, dear..." The Socialite paused, expecting a name and/or title.
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-14 03:56 am (UTC)In truth, the Socialite saw that twitch of the eye and knew immediately that not only was this the climber before him, but the Tailor did not want knowledge of such a venture getting out. It was something to note, but nothing of import... yet.
Instead, the Socialite smiled. "The roof is hardly a covert meet cute, one perhaps even calling it overt, but perhaps that is the benefit of it. So overt, it circles around into covert, so strange that many do not wish to witness. And, as the conspicuousness of the location circles back around, so, too, does our conversation. It is a pity that I have neither seen you on the roof, nor have I frequented your tailoring employer, but perhaps a classroom meeting shall suffice. I am the Morbid Socialite, Mementomori Malodrema, though you may call me Maury. A pleasure to meet you, dear..." The Socialite paused, expecting a name and/or title.