"Hmmm.." Gianfar stood in his bedroom, having not powered down yet out of pure laziness, and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He felt so bad for what he had apparently inadvertently done to Chronos just by, uh, existing. He adjusted his hat and looked his face over from this angle, that angle, every angle he could think of. He then took off his hat and did the same thing; even gathering up his hair in his hands and pulling it back out of his face. He'd reminded her of a prince, huh? It was unfortunate it was a late prince, and he truly gave his sympathies for her loss, but the fact that she thought him a prince for even a second...heh, it was a nice ego boost.
Gianfar grinned and stepped back away from the mirror, grabbing his hat and in a dramatic sweep bent forward in a bow, one arm behind him while the one that held his hat curled in front of him. "Good evening, my lady." He stood straight again and plopped his hat on his head, watching himself in the mirror as he adjusted it to sit properly. "I hope you're well this evening? Oh, me? I'm wonderful, thank you for asking." He chuckled for a moment until he heard footsteps outside his door, freezing in that If-I-Don't-Move-They-Won't-See-Me! kind of way and just staring intently at the door behind him in the reflection of his room. Breau was awake? Why was Breau awake? Maybe he was going to the bathroom. It was late; it was perfectly plausible that he was just awake to relieve himself. He waited with bated breath, counting the seconds. A minute and a half sounded reasonable? Nothing happened. Good, good. He released the breath he had been holding and turned back to the mirror, sighing and laughing softly to himself. How ridiculous! Haha! Oh, man..if anyone were to see him they'd be mocking him so.....so...
Gianfar had turned away from the mirror but in the process had caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye.
His curtains were open!
Ssssssshhhhhiiiiiiiiiit! Gianfar gasped and ran to the window to slam the curtains closed, hands shaking as he looked around the room as if to apologize to anyone who had been watching. What? A senshi in Dietrich St. George's room? Haha! There was no senshi! He laughed quietly to himself as he allowed his alter ego of Gianfar fade away, leaving him in the pajamas he had been wearing before he henshined up. That was a close one! He just hoped no one had been watching; if they had it was late enough that he could brush it off as a dream, or an overactive imagination. Hell! He could've been cosplaying! That was it. He was cosplaying..as a senshi...that he looked a lot like. Thank God for glamour magic!
A glance was cast back at the mirror to look over his reflection again, sighing and shaking his head with a small grin. It was definitely an ego booster to be mistook for a fallen prince, or a prince at all, but he was going to have to make it up to Chronos somehow. She was so sweet and lovely; a frown didn't suit her pretty face. He'd figure something out in the morning after some sleep! This young man was tired.
Gianfar grinned and stepped back away from the mirror, grabbing his hat and in a dramatic sweep bent forward in a bow, one arm behind him while the one that held his hat curled in front of him. "Good evening, my lady." He stood straight again and plopped his hat on his head, watching himself in the mirror as he adjusted it to sit properly. "I hope you're well this evening? Oh, me? I'm wonderful, thank you for asking." He chuckled for a moment until he heard footsteps outside his door, freezing in that If-I-Don't-Move-They-Won't-See-Me! kind of way and just staring intently at the door behind him in the reflection of his room. Breau was awake? Why was Breau awake? Maybe he was going to the bathroom. It was late; it was perfectly plausible that he was just awake to relieve himself. He waited with bated breath, counting the seconds. A minute and a half sounded reasonable? Nothing happened. Good, good. He released the breath he had been holding and turned back to the mirror, sighing and laughing softly to himself. How ridiculous! Haha! Oh, man..if anyone were to see him they'd be mocking him so.....so...
Gianfar had turned away from the mirror but in the process had caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye.
His curtains were open!
Ssssssshhhhhiiiiiiiiiit! Gianfar gasped and ran to the window to slam the curtains closed, hands shaking as he looked around the room as if to apologize to anyone who had been watching. What? A senshi in Dietrich St. George's room? Haha! There was no senshi! He laughed quietly to himself as he allowed his alter ego of Gianfar fade away, leaving him in the pajamas he had been wearing before he henshined up. That was a close one! He just hoped no one had been watching; if they had it was late enough that he could brush it off as a dream, or an overactive imagination. Hell! He could've been cosplaying! That was it. He was cosplaying..as a senshi...that he looked a lot like. Thank God for glamour magic!
A glance was cast back at the mirror to look over his reflection again, sighing and shaking his head with a small grin. It was definitely an ego booster to be mistook for a fallen prince, or a prince at all, but he was going to have to make it up to Chronos somehow. She was so sweet and lovely; a frown didn't suit her pretty face. He'd figure something out in the morning after some sleep! This young man was tired.
