lavitz/kiernan | mid-evening
As he spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Lavitz more to gauge his friend's mood; it was always enough for Kiernan to try to make him feel even a little better, even if it was through a little trauma. At the very least, Lavitz did seem to be lightening up just a smidge, and it was all Kiernan could do not to break character.
"Oh, but darling," Kiernan said in the affected accent he had perfected over a month ago, "I do need your help in picking out the right colors for me! Now, I think silver fits me best, but oh, I don't think sundresses come in silver. Maybe gray, but ugh, how drab!"