Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thomas finished redressing quickly back into his male clothing. He had become talented at changing quickly from one person to the next. Tying his hair back into a tight ponytail with a leather hair tie, Thomas minimized the curls that he let bounce elegantly as Arabella. He had a mission now to do. He wanted to see Thorben again as himself. He had wronged the man before and if he couldn't let it go then he would definitely have a reason to refuse Arabella's suitors. Thomas followed behind Thorben into the club and hid in a shadow across from the man. He ordered only one drink, wanting to keep his wits share without standing out. Thorben was reading the paper when Thomas slid into the seat across from the man. He didn't engage with Mr. Strand at first, instead watching the man's face intently. Thomas supposed that this was probably rude considering most ways of socitity but honestly, he didn't pay much atttention to what was proper for a man. He really only paid attention to what Arabella would need to thrive. Crossing his legs, Thomas had one knee over the other, tapping his toe to his shin in thought. My sister likes you and my sister's chaperone had only the best things to say about you. He spoke plainly. Thomas didn't say anything about John's dislike since it was probably for the best not to call attention to his rather odd butler. Thomas tapped the bottle lightly on the side of the chair, I will allow you to court my sister. She deserves happiness. But know this, Mr. Strand. I find one thing wrong with you and you're gone. Arabella doesn't need any more trouble. Thomas leaned back into the chair for a little while, watching Thorben's reaction until he caught the tail end of a conversation that he had to shut down. There was one thing that he was well known for that the society could approve of...he was really protective of his twin. Although, proper society did not approve of his rather unorthodox methods. Thomas whipped up and around the chair before setting his half full drink on a nearby table. Thomas then grabbed the other patron by his clothing and lifted him. Care to repeat what you were saying about my sister? He shook the man when the wealthy gentleman refused to answer the request. I said, your sister is only trouble. She may be attractive but I'm sure she was a whore with your mother before you two got wealthy enough to matter. The wealthy man sniffed in outrage at his treatment. Thomas smiled, Well thank you for clearing that up. The curly haired pariah then slammed the man's face into the table before letting him go. It was only natural that the wealthy gentleman tried to fight back with his fists but Thomas had been fighting far longer and was far more nimble and faster. Thomas practically danced around his opponent, teasing and taunting him without words before finally laying enough punches that the other man fell back. Thomas followed him down, pulling out a hidden blade from one of his sleeves. Now would you be a good gentleman and apologize about those dishonorable words about my family? The wealthy man stuttered out an apology before Thomas let him go. Haly grinned down at the man before walking over him. He ignored everyone as he walked out through the mild chaos that he had caused. It was so hard to be proper all the time. This was his only outlet. John had said that it was his way of yelling for help but Thomas disagreed. He didn't need help. There was nothing wrong with him. He was simply one man, doing the jobs of two people and supporting a household of women that needed to learn how to work in proper society once again. References and new identities were not cheap and even though his house had been, people expected great things from Arabella. Thomas just needed space to be himself. If that meant that he would have to do it as himself and gain his own reputation to divide against 'poor Arabella' then he would do it. Thomas let out a happy sigh. Winning a round of fisticuffs was so much more potent than any drug would ever be.