The Fancy Restaurant (closed rp)
Peepers smirked and shook his head. Geez, he was such a terrible liar…. “I think I’m just gonna wear what I wore to Queen Entozoa’s party. And that sounds good to me, I’ll meet you at the ship entrance in a few minutes. I look forward to seeing you there!” After that, he hung up so he could finish getting dressed.
After he hung up, Hater felt his heart plummet. A few minutes?! How long was ‘a few minutes’?!…Well, it was a few minutes, but that wasn’t enough! He looked down at his tuxedo and his ‘fancy cloak’ confusedly, then groaned in frustration and grabbed both of his outfits and held them up to inspect them properly. After a few moments of consideration, he turned and made his way out of his room into the corridor.
Quickly locating a small group of watchdogs, he jogged over and loomed over him, silencing their conversation, “You guys! This is important! Answer HONESTLY: which is better?!” He held up the two outfits for them to see.
The watchdogs stared up at him with a confused expression on their faces. Why was he asking them for fashion advice? After a long pause, a bit over half of them pointed to the fancy cloak, while the rest pointed at the tuxedo.
One of them smirked and asked, “Why, do you have a date?”
Meanwhile, Peepers just finished getting ready, and was about to walk out the door when he stopped to grab his wallet. Hopefully Hater would be the one paying, since going to an upscale restaurant was his idea, and he had more money, but better safe than sorry. Then he started to head to the ship’s mouth, all while trying to keep his cool.