[It's odd how guidelines seems to ping that odd thrill of handing over control even more so than a stricter demand would. Maybe it's because he's used to demands, and is already primed to resist and chafe at them. Guidelines is...softer. More patient. Offers less of a penalty for failure, and more of a promise of approval for adherence.
Or maybe he's just reading too much into it.]
It's about what you would expect. A few suits. A few more casual things. More black than back home.
That one's a necessary hazard of this place. I don't wear white when I visit the Naked Yolk.
[ black at naked yolk, tseng thinks, but cum wouldn't stain white nearly as obviously, and then he puts his entire face into both of his hands for a solid minute to recover from having that thought unbidden. ]
Dress comfortably, in something that accentuates whatever you think are your best features.
[ privately, tseng hopes this means pants that hug his ass and something that matches his eyes; he will, however, accept whatever it is that rufus decides on. ]
[It takes two false starts before he finally manages to formulate his ultimate reply; the first one starts with What do YOU think are my best f and the second makes it halfway to Then shouldn't I match you, because you're my b, and then he sets his watch aside and drinks his coffee and chews on his cinnamon roll until the compulsion to be an absolute fucking disaster leaves his body like an exorcism.]
I saw something at the Nest recently that I liked. Can I charge it to your room?
[It won't escape Tseng's notice, he knows, that he asked. Not just stated an intention and expected acquiescence. The fun of guidance is the reward of approval.]
What hints? If you want me to look good, it must be because someone's going to be looking at me.
[Though, actually. One thing does occur to him, and for all that it will sound like he's immediately breaking the rules the instant Tseng has set them, there is still an element of practicality to it.]
Though you should at least tell me if I'll need a coat. Otherwise I won't wear one.
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Or maybe he's just reading too much into it.]
It's about what you would expect. A few suits. A few more casual things. More black than back home.
That one's a necessary hazard of this place. I don't wear white when I visit the Naked Yolk.
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Dress comfortably, in something that accentuates whatever you think are your best features.
[ privately, tseng hopes this means pants that hug his ass and something that matches his eyes; he will, however, accept whatever it is that rufus decides on. ]
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I saw something at the Nest recently that I liked. Can I charge it to your room?
[It won't escape Tseng's notice, he knows, that he asked. Not just stated an intention and expected acquiescence. The fun of guidance is the reward of approval.]
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You can. I won't look at the receipt until after.
[ so he won't spoil the surprise for himself. it might be rufus' birthday, but who says tseng can't benefit just a little bit, himself? ]
And I'm not giving you any hints, so don't ask.
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[Though, actually. One thing does occur to him, and for all that it will sound like he's immediately breaking the rules the instant Tseng has set them, there is still an element of practicality to it.]
Though you should at least tell me if I'll need a coat. Otherwise I won't wear one.
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I'll see you later today.