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ryannightnightbergara:
the height of men’s fashion was whatever the hell was going on with pants and collared shirts in the 70s
we’re never going to beat this so can we please just stop trying
ok here’s the thing about the Found Cat ‘verse, and I stopped working on it so it never got published but in a modern near-Earth A/U, this is the kind of fashion Kes Dameron would have been wearing when he was courting Shara Bey, and I genuinely never posted it because basically nobody wants to actually read this, so I’ll just put up this snippet instead, which is a continuation of this published work that I just kind of put up and left there because nobody really wants to read a modern near-Earth A/U of a minor comic book pairing and I really need to write other stuff, but I got this far so:
Kes changed his shirt three times before he settled on something acceptable. It was dumb, he wasn’t going to be making a first impression, but– Shara had literally never seen him in civilian clothes before, and he knew it was often kind of a shock to see what someone chose to wear on purpose. He didn’t want to shock her in a bad way, but, well. He only had the one pair of civilian trousers on this trip, and like, four shirts, one of which was dirty enough to fail even a cursory sniff test, so his choices were very limited.
He gave it up as a bad job– he only had what he had, he wasn’t going to go buy something different to wear just for this– and slouched out into the sitting room, where Winter and Leia were sitting and painting one another’s toenails.
“Well,” Winter said, looking up, “that’s a bold choice, Dameron.”
Kes looked around, down at himself, back up at her. “What?”
“Don’t be mean,” Leia said, and poked Winter with the nail polish brush, leaving a smear of bright pink on her ankle. Winter hissed, and wiped it off with a tissue.
“About what?” Kes asked forlornly.
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ryannightnightbergara:
the height of men’s fashion was whatever the hell was going on with pants and collared shirts in the 70s
we’re never going to beat this so can we please just stop trying
ok here’s the thing about the Found Cat ‘verse, and I stopped working on it so it never got published but in a modern near-Earth A/U, this is the kind of fashion Kes Dameron would have been wearing when he was courting Shara Bey, and I genuinely never posted it because basically nobody wants to actually read this, so I’ll just put up this snippet instead, which is a continuation of this published work that I just kind of put up and left there because nobody really wants to read a modern near-Earth A/U of a minor comic book pairing and I really need to write other stuff, but I got this far so:
Kes changed his shirt three times before he settled on something acceptable. It was dumb, he wasn’t going to be making a first impression, but– Shara had literally never seen him in civilian clothes before, and he knew it was often kind of a shock to see what someone chose to wear on purpose. He didn’t want to shock her in a bad way, but, well. He only had the one pair of civilian trousers on this trip, and like, four shirts, one of which was dirty enough to fail even a cursory sniff test, so his choices were very limited.
He gave it up as a bad job– he only had what he had, he wasn’t going to go buy something different to wear just for this– and slouched out into the sitting room, where Winter and Leia were sitting and painting one another’s toenails.
“Well,” Winter said, looking up, “that’s a bold choice, Dameron.”
Kes looked around, down at himself, back up at her. “What?”
“Don’t be mean,” Leia said, and poked Winter with the nail polish brush, leaving a smear of bright pink on her ankle. Winter hissed, and wiped it off with a tissue.
“About what?” Kes asked forlornly.
( cut for length )
