♠ | 029 | Video

[lastrat]

[Bond is very, very grumpy looking when the video comes on. Very. Very. Grumpy. He's also looking a little ridiculous, because the suit he's wearing - one of his best, Tom Ford in dark gray, with lighter pinstripes - is not fitting him as well as it usually does. It doesn't quite hang off him - James has never been scrawny - but there is noticeable room in his shoulders, at his waist, even in his god damned shirt. And he is not happy about it. Under his arm, he's holding a navy cap, and behind him there are strewn pieces of his naval uniform. Which may soon be making a reappearance, since it's the only thing that might fit properly.] I don't suppose the Admiral's considered skipping a week, rather than putting us through something absurd. [This glare is all for the Admiral. And anyone who brings on the mockery. He's already shrugging the jacket off, dropping the hat in the process.] Don't bloody wish for anything! [Rocking Tom Ford means he can throw that jacket on the ground before reaching out to kill the feed.] (ooc: replies will come from jumpedup!)

Comments

[halfofeverything]

My. That's...an awful cut on you. You look like you're off to Mass in the wrong suit.

[This is Alec being sympathetic. And laughing. But mostly it's sympathy because it's not like his own clothes are any better.]

[jumpedup]

[Bond doesn't trust sympathy. Not from Alec, not even when it seems. Genuine. What is happening here.]

And when's the last time I attended Mass?

[halfofeverything]

Not even for the free wine?

[A flash of a grin; it's more a poke at the fact that he and James practically live in pubs, than a dig at James's habitual drinking. (Alec can hardly be judgmental at this point in his life anyway--that will come later.)]

[jumpedup]

[It's not quite a punch to the gut: James has had too much time to separate himself from the friendship they used to have. But it is terribly strange, to hear a joke and not a dig, a friend instead of an enemy.

Either Alec really is younger, or this is a good con.]

I'd much rather pay for a decent vintage.