"Oh, no, by all means, go grand. Go very grand. Isn't that the whole point of Fantastics, to be a bit showy? A bit flamboyant?"
Not that Aziraphale's usual ensemble could ever be considered flamboyant (a bit odd, of course, and outdated; it had been in fashion once upon a time, but had never been flamboyant...but sometimes he did yearn a bit for those bygone days of top hats or incredible ruffles or clocked stockings).
He pat his collar and neck, smoothing down the front of his shirt where a bow tie ought to go.
"All I wanted was a nice proper little bow tie to match my uniform--a red and black tartan print, preferably, because it's so stylish, tartan is, and I don't think they'd let me get away with my usual tartan all over this...thing," he said, indicating the uniform. Not his choice of colors, but sadly what he was stuck with. "Though I did think about one of those neat capes, you know the ones that are always billowing around like--" Whoosh, whoosh, his dorky motions said for him, demonstrating a dramatic actor's cape motion (without an actual cape) with a few extra flourishes befitting of Dracula or a bull fighter, or a magician attempting to disguise his assistant's 'magical' disappearing act. "But I'm afraid all the little fiddly bits get in the way, like the knot on the tie and the whole constant motion business."
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Not that Aziraphale's usual ensemble could ever be considered flamboyant (a bit odd, of course, and outdated; it had been in fashion once upon a time, but had never been flamboyant...but sometimes he did yearn a bit for those bygone days of top hats or incredible ruffles or clocked stockings).
He pat his collar and neck, smoothing down the front of his shirt where a bow tie ought to go.
"All I wanted was a nice proper little bow tie to match my uniform--a red and black tartan print, preferably, because it's so stylish, tartan is, and I don't think they'd let me get away with my usual tartan all over this...thing," he said, indicating the uniform. Not his choice of colors, but sadly what he was stuck with. "Though I did think about one of those neat capes, you know the ones that are always billowing around like--" Whoosh, whoosh, his dorky motions said for him, demonstrating a dramatic actor's cape motion (without an actual cape) with a few extra flourishes befitting of Dracula or a bull fighter, or a magician attempting to disguise his assistant's 'magical' disappearing act. "But I'm afraid all the little fiddly bits get in the way, like the knot on the tie and the whole constant motion business."