Dressing well is a kind of good manners, if you ask me. When you’re standing in a room, your effect is the same as a chair’s effect, or a sculpture’s. You’re part of someone’s view, you’re part of that world, and so you should dress well. I find it’s a show of respect to try to put on your best face and look as good as you can.
crows in a strong wind (chapter 2/? of the georgia peach universe) AU: She never stopped taking those little notes (Spy!Scully) | Revival Era
Summary: Her mother used to say that before you fell in love with someone, you had to know what they were afraid of. She has always known what scares him.
When she was eight and was still Dana, not Scully yet, she’d had a pink plastic ring that her mother had won her from an arcade game she was too short to play. It fit only over her pointer finger and it left a red mark when she took it off so mostly she didn’t.
Mostly she didn’t, until she’d thought it necessary within the confines of her second grade logic to barter it for the life of a caterpillar on the blacktop at recess. She’d cried half the way home, but her mother had been warm and pliant at the door.
She’d said: That sounds like a very reasonable thing to do.
And Dana had sniffed and rubbed her eyes blue, leaving her cheeks old-sunburn red and said, Explain.
“Shit!” Yugo swerved recklessly, narrowly avoiding a volley of lasers that sailed past the tips of his hair and exploded into the side of the building, showering him with debris.
His pulse thundered in his ears as he drove through the burning wreckage of what used to be a thriving city. The mechanical monsters gave chase with a ferocious tenacity, gaining on him with their ruthless efficiency.
“Clear-Wing!” he shouted desperately and his faithful dragon swooped down to blast away the Meklord that were attempting to drag him off his bike. But three more soon took its place. There was no end to them and Yugo was rapidly tiring. He couldn’t keep this up for much longer.
All of a sudden, something burst out from the ground beneath him and sent him and his D-Wheel flying. He landed hard in a groaning pile on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the barrels aimed at his head.