Chapter 64: Party Crashers
William Oh wears clothes of such heavenly beauty that only one has ever looked upon them without pain. Like looking directly into the sun, their sheer magnificence will burn into the viewer’s very soul, the sight clinging to their eyes no matter how much they blink.
It is a sight to behold, that brings tears of gratitude to a man’s eyes, that he has lived in an era where he can witness Perfection.
- Jason Salazar.
“Master, the current trend is tight collars emphasizing a slender neck. Do you wish to breathe or do you wish to impress?” Stevie said, taking the strip of cloth away from his neck.
“Breathe, obviously,” Will said. “Look, let’s just go the other direction, make the collar way bigger, give it some space for gold embroidery and pop it out.” Will motioned with his hand.
“You want to do…the opposite of the current fashion?” the undeadbutler asked.
“How do you think new fashion happens?” Will demanded. “It’s Mostly so I can breathe, but if I just loosen the collar I look like I’m half-assing it. Make it big. Make it say ‘look at me, I did this on purpose.’”
“It’s your image.” Billy-bob said with a sigh from where he was tailoring the pants.