"You look ridiculous in that," Cain eyed the small, round hat perched crookedly on Glitch's head.
Glitch frowned at him and pushed it down tighter. "DG insisted that we wear formal clothes for the reception," he pouted while brushing his hands over his stiff new jacket. "I've never been good at picking out hats, they tend to chafe the zipper." He adjusted it back to tuck the zipper pull under the back of the hat. "Does it really look so bad?"
Cain tilted his head and considered the look again. "I suppose not," he said slowly. "It's just...small."
"Well, you know what they say," Glitch sniffed at him. "The less the brains, the bigger the hat." He nodded sharply in agreement with himself. "At least, I think they say that."
"Who says that?" Cain asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Besides, aren't most of your brains still sitting in a jar?"
"People who sell small hats, I suppose," Glitch shrugged thoughtfully, choosing to ignore the comment about his brain. He grinned wickedly. "Your hat, on the other hand, is quite...um, impressive."
"Shut up and go dance," Cain pushed him into the bustling soiree room before he felt the need to defend his beloved hat.
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Date: 2008-03-13 02:59 am (UTC)Glitch frowned at him and pushed it down tighter. "DG insisted that we wear formal clothes for the reception," he pouted while brushing his hands over his stiff new jacket. "I've never been good at picking out hats, they tend to chafe the zipper." He adjusted it back to tuck the zipper pull under the back of the hat. "Does it really look so bad?"
Cain tilted his head and considered the look again. "I suppose not," he said slowly. "It's just...small."
"Well, you know what they say," Glitch sniffed at him. "The less the brains, the bigger the hat." He nodded sharply in agreement with himself. "At least, I think they say that."
"Who says that?" Cain asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Besides, aren't most of your brains still sitting in a jar?"
"People who sell small hats, I suppose," Glitch shrugged thoughtfully, choosing to ignore the comment about his brain. He grinned wickedly. "Your hat, on the other hand, is quite...um, impressive."
"Shut up and go dance," Cain pushed him into the bustling soiree room before he felt the need to defend his beloved hat.
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Hat found here: Bowler