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[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

Hard to look good bundled up.

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[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

[Have a frozen huff of laughter from the equally-bundled man on the aboveground subway platform.]

I feel your pain. We can attempt style, of course, but there is still something lacking.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

I suppose sometimes you simply have to accept function over style.

[He snorts a little.]

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

Style seems like an excellent idea. Fashion isn't about comfort, after all. Until it's fifteen degrees and you're faced with the East Side Wind Tunnel, also known as Park Avenue.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

Believe me, I'm all for style. But right now Valentino isn't exactly keeping me from freezing.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

[Where the hell is the 7 train? Is that--no, that's an express, isn't it, and this isn't one of the express stops, is it. It isn't going to stop, and it doesn't. But it does whip the wind up and make it colder for a few loud moments.

Naturally this will prompt Adrian to unwind his scarf and offer it.]

Valentino has its place, but I prefer Burberry at times like this.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

A man after my own heart.

[He laughs a little as he takes the offered scarf.]

Thank you. Vincent, by the way.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

Adrian. A pleasure.

[It's colder with his neck exposed, but Karnak had been colder the Pringle of Scotland overcoat is doing wonders to cut down on the wind, and surely the 7 will be here someday.]

Do you live in New York?

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

[He bundles the scarf around his own neck, thankful for the added warmth.]

Yes. Just moved, actually, from Malibu. So this is quite a change.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

From Malibu? In November? I feel as though I ought to offer you my coat as well.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

I know. Trust me, if it could have been avoided, it would have been.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid you've missed the best of autumn. A shame; it's always been my favorite season.

...Where are you headed? There's an excellent Indian restaurant nearby, one of the best in the city. You ought to be introduced. And as we appear to be stranded in Queens anyway, there's no time like the present.

And it's indoors.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

Just home. I think somewhere indoors sounds fantastic right about now.

Jackson Diner = the best, trufax

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

The Jackson Diner's indoors is nearer than home's indoors for either of us at this point, I suspect. Let's get off this damn platform.

[Luckily they're already at the 74th St subway stop and their destination is only a few doors down. It's rush hour in Little India and Adrian absently catches Vincent's sleeve to keep them together as they wind through the crowds. There might be a sigh of relief when he opens the door and they're hit with a wave of blissfully hot air suffused with spices.]

I should warn you, I'm about to ruin you for Indian anywhere else in the city.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

[Have a frozen huff of laughter from the equally-bundled man on the aboveground subway platform.]

I feel your pain. We can attempt style, of course, but there is still something lacking.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

I suppose sometimes you simply have to accept function over style.

[He snorts a little.]

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

Style seems like an excellent idea. Fashion isn't about comfort, after all. Until it's fifteen degrees and you're faced with the East Side Wind Tunnel, also known as Park Avenue.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

Believe me, I'm all for style. But right now Valentino isn't exactly keeping me from freezing.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

[Where the hell is the 7 train? Is that--no, that's an express, isn't it, and this isn't one of the express stops, is it. It isn't going to stop, and it doesn't. But it does whip the wind up and make it colder for a few loud moments.

Naturally this will prompt Adrian to unwind his scarf and offer it.]

Valentino has its place, but I prefer Burberry at times like this.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

A man after my own heart.

[He laughs a little as he takes the offered scarf.]

Thank you. Vincent, by the way.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

Adrian. A pleasure.

[It's colder with his neck exposed, but Karnak had been colder the Pringle of Scotland overcoat is doing wonders to cut down on the wind, and surely the 7 will be here someday.]

Do you live in New York?

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

[He bundles the scarf around his own neck, thankful for the added warmth.]

Yes. Just moved, actually, from Malibu. So this is quite a change.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

From Malibu? In November? I feel as though I ought to offer you my coat as well.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

I know. Trust me, if it could have been avoided, it would have been.

[ozymandisnark.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid you've missed the best of autumn. A shame; it's always been my favorite season.

...Where are you headed? There's an excellent Indian restaurant nearby, one of the best in the city. You ought to be introduced. And as we appear to be stranded in Queens anyway, there's no time like the present.

And it's indoors.

[no-strawberries.livejournal.com]

Just home. I think somewhere indoors sounds fantastic right about now.