[ It's fine, he'll probably take responsibility...for at least part of it...? He tries. Attire, though? Hopefully she has something that'll fit the theme, but she's a classy lady, so maybe she has something that'll work- ]
Dress how you would if you were a VIP for a nighttime event.
[ This is not very specific at all. Hm. ]
As in, you know, wear a nice dress or something!
[ This is also not very specific. ]
...Or you can send me a pic of what you've got in mind, and I'll tell you if it'll work.
[ the expression she gives him just flattens further with each "helpful" comment of his. but in the end she merely stifles a sigh and nods once in a clipped manner. ]
Understood. I'll find something appropriate.
[ the less he has of her in his phone, the better, she thinks. it's highly unlikely this establishment would peruse their items to make sure they've got a suitable amount of selfies of each other. (is that a thing couples still do nowadays?) ]
You will pick me up here, not my residence. I'll be ready by 5:30.
[ (It is, but he doubts they'll ask for proof, as long as he can play his cards right. He's snuck in the info he needs to do the job adequately...in theory, anyway.) ]
Understood. 5:30 on the dot.
[ No nonsense, no dramatic flair this time. They both understand the assignment, and that's good enough for him. He's still grinning, and he puts on his shades as he gets ready to bounce. Thanks, you're a real one, etc. ]
See you then.
[ In usual Aalto fashion, he summons a smoke of mist that comes and goes as quickly as he does, because when it fades, he's gone. (Now that is where all the drama went, apparently.) ]
[ angelika had told aalto to pick her up at the enclave, but what she actually meant was the front gates, and not the building itself. she did not need her colleagues to ask unnecessary questions when she turned up the following night in an outfit that somehow manages to both be something she would feasibly be caught dead in, while also being wildly out of the realm of imagination for her. her hair, she's drawn into a low bun, strands framing her face for an artfully messy look. when he arrives, she looks him over once, twice. ]
You're on time, [ she says by way of greeting, sounding about as surprised as she can be, given her normally stoic, flat tone. ]
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Dress how you would if you were a VIP for a nighttime event.
[ This is not very specific at all. Hm. ]
As in, you know, wear a nice dress or something!
[ This is also not very specific. ]
...Or you can send me a pic of what you've got in mind, and I'll tell you if it'll work.
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Understood. I'll find something appropriate.
[ the less he has of her in his phone, the better, she thinks. it's highly unlikely this establishment would peruse their items to make sure they've got a suitable amount of selfies of each other. (is that a thing couples still do nowadays?) ]
You will pick me up here, not my residence. I'll be ready by 5:30.
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Understood. 5:30 on the dot.
[ No nonsense, no dramatic flair this time. They both understand the assignment, and that's good enough for him. He's still grinning, and he puts on his shades as he gets ready to bounce. Thanks, you're a real one, etc. ]
See you then.
[ In usual Aalto fashion, he summons a smoke of mist that comes and goes as quickly as he does, because when it fades, he's gone. (Now that is where all the drama went, apparently.) ]
waves hand and timeskip happens!
You're on time, [ she says by way of greeting, sounding about as surprised as she can be, given her normally stoic, flat tone. ]