a suit that matches you and bea?— well.. i hate to break it to you, but.. * sucking on his teeth, emmaline gives her a borderline sheepish look. how was he truly supposed to know it wasn’t a costume party? hearing that at least some of the younger crowd was dressing up made him feel a smidgen better, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to pass as one of the kids. to hear that sansa not only bought but coordinated a suit for him to match with her and beatrice made him feel a little bad for the getup he has on. his heels were beginning to ache and it was still early in the night. * bea’s not exactly, erm.. she’s dressed up, too. courtesy of me. * flashing the other a forced smile, he hoped it would help a little while delivering the blow. being introduced into this society while dressed up as a grandma from a storybook wasn’t exactly.. ideal. but he’d truly assumed that others— <everyone>, would be in costume as well. * i spent two hours on this, sansa! i cannot change.