Oh, no. No. This is just impossible. I can't work under these conditions.
[He sounds awfully excited for someone who can't work under these conditions though. He's in his closet, thumbing through outfit after outfit, unsatisfied with everything, and yet still gleeful for the challenge.]
...Well. Perhaps I can pull off a miracle somehow. But this is absolutely not enough time to prepare for such a formal occasion. I should have at least a week in advance to make preparations, if not longer. ...Not that it would have helped much this week. As fashion-forward as I was at five years old, trying to plan for that would have simply been a disaster.
[Thanks to the magic of the closets, Kurt is thumbing through an entire row of suits of different kinds - black, shades of gray, pinstripes (Kurt wrinkles his nose at that one - the colors aren't suited to his skin tone at all; why would the closet ever give him that?!), and many, many more, perfectly pressed. It's going to take him forever to decide.]
I suppose I can forgive the mansion for its recent manipulation of my age if we're really getting a formal for the holidays. I do think I'm - [Gasp!] - cautiously optimistic about this one.
[And he flicks off the camera with a grin, so he can go back to his outfit coordinating in peace.]
[ooc: This was meant to go up before midnight, so little Santana would be able to reply before she turns back into a bitchy 16-year-old, so it's backdated by just a couple of hours. ♥]
[He sounds awfully excited for someone who can't work under these conditions though. He's in his closet, thumbing through outfit after outfit, unsatisfied with everything, and yet still gleeful for the challenge.]
...Well. Perhaps I can pull off a miracle somehow. But this is absolutely not enough time to prepare for such a formal occasion. I should have at least a week in advance to make preparations, if not longer. ...Not that it would have helped much this week. As fashion-forward as I was at five years old, trying to plan for that would have simply been a disaster.
[Thanks to the magic of the closets, Kurt is thumbing through an entire row of suits of different kinds - black, shades of gray, pinstripes (Kurt wrinkles his nose at that one - the colors aren't suited to his skin tone at all; why would the closet ever give him that?!), and many, many more, perfectly pressed. It's going to take him forever to decide.]
I suppose I can forgive the mansion for its recent manipulation of my age if we're really getting a formal for the holidays. I do think I'm - [Gasp!] - cautiously optimistic about this one.
[And he flicks off the camera with a grin, so he can go back to his outfit coordinating in peace.]
[ooc: This was meant to go up before midnight, so little Santana would be able to reply before she turns back into a bitchy 16-year-old, so it's backdated by just a couple of hours. ♥]