As a Huntsman, you have always had a sense of responsibility. To protect and lay down your life for the safety of others. However when you come across a runaway child, scared, alone, and lost, you take on the role of a different kind of guardian onc...
So yeah, it might have been a bad idea to tell Noir about this little get together with me and Glynda. Long story short, after congratulating him on dealing with those assholes in the mess hall, I told him about my dinner date with her and now he's trying to help me look spiffy as fuck. We're in his dorm room as he walks around while holding clothes.
Noir: Hmmm. Regular or bow tie?
(Y/n): Noir.
Noir: Maybe a blue jacket with white stripes!
(Y/n): Kiddo.
Noir: Or a white jacket with blue stripes?
(Y/n): B O Y!
Noir: Yeah, dad?
Noir stops in his tracks and looks over to me while holding arms full of dress shirts and pants. His cat ears twitching every now and then.
(Y/n): I appreciate the help, but this is a bit much for a little reunion.
Noir: A little reunion? Dad, you've hooked up with a lot of women before, but this is the first time I've ever heard of you being emotionally attracted to someone. And an old girlfriend no less! "Squee" It's like a romance novel!
(Y/n): You know, if I hadn't found those playboy magazines under your bed that one time, I would have thought you're gay.
He just glares at me as I raise my hands up in defense.
(Y/n): Not that there's anything wrong with being gay! I'm just saying for a hetero, you're acting a little homo.
Noir: You're one to talk. Anyway, when did you say you're picking her up?
(Y/n): 6 o'clock.
Noir: That leaves us with an hour and a half to get you ready.
(Y/n): 'An hour and a half of dealing with this shit...'
[An hour and twenty five minutes later]
Noir: Aaaannd good enough!
After man handling me for over an hour into this suit, Noir finally backs away to check out his handy work.
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Noir: You look like a half decent gentleman.
(Y/n): I look like a half decent tool.
Noir: Now to do just a little touch up-
(Y/n): Touch my hair, and I'll hang you on the flag pole by your underwear.
Noir: You know what, it looks fine. Oh, look at the time!
He begins to push me out of the door after checking the clock. Only five minutes till I have to get Glynda.
Noir: Remember, take her to Le Fantaisie Endroit. It's the fanciest restaurant in town.
