[Video]

[swansongs]

Hey, everyone!

[Dyme waved. He was sporting some of his new orange eyeshadow, just to give it a whirl, and his nails were painted orange, too. So were his toenails, on that note, but they weren't visible, obviously. He was also wearing his new outfit, just because.]

You know you can buy makeup and shiiiii- stuff? [He normally didn't give a damn about swearing, but maybe he shouldn't do it in front of the whole train where kids could hear.]

Also, get a load of this.

[Spreading his arms, he backed up to show off his new clothes, doing a little spin.]

What d'you think? I feel like...like some really rich guy or something.

[Well, he was, but not here, and he'd never dressed like he was rich.]

Seriously, who's in charge of picking out these clothes? [He laughed.]

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[swansongs]

People are weird.

[News at eleven.]

But at least they're entertainingly weird. Sometimes.

[The weird things 'fashion' came out with were at least amusing in how bullshit they were.]

[maxwellsdaemon]

Sometimes. [He conceded with a nod. Not that he really paid that much attention to fashion outside the bits you'd catch on tv and in magazines, it always baffled him.]

Anyway, you enjoy being fancy! I'll see you around, buddy!

[swansongs]

Thanks, you too. I mean, bye.

[Hopefully the video feed cut off before he facepalmed at himself.]