Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
Pajama pants, on point. Red checkered flannel that sagged off the hips but didn't expose flesh or bone because of the long cotton t-shirt features Legolas in his bow-shooting pose. It wasn't something Dylan had ever worn or even owned before, it was snagged at a Hot Topic on the way over, and it even still had the tag on the sleeve, but sometimes allegiances needed to be stated clearly. There was a black thermal long sleeve beneath the shirt, and he didn't even bother with a jacket when Dylan came flying(not literally, but one day... one day) through the door of the florist shop.
He looked at Max, tense like he might be about to draw a gun but fuck did bullets even work on elves, was this covered in the newest edition of Dungeons and Dragons? WHAT WAS LIFE? Dylan took a deep sip of his pineapple sunkist soda in a can and squinted at the elf person(somebody he had only a limited knowledge of). Then, from his back pocket, he pulled a fresh smartphone from the flannel and tossed it Max's way.