[center] [h1] [color=d72525] Sergio della Gherardesca [/color] [/h1] [/center]

Gerard.

Well, he’d certainly put [i]some[/i] effort in, to Sergio’s surprise - although he suspected much of that was due to urging from his companions.

He couldn’t fault him too much, Lein on the other hand seemed to have put precisely [i]too much[/i] effort in. 

It was an unfortunate reality that Gerard simply did not suit a doublet. He wasn’t a noble - not that it mattered - and wasn’t a talker either. He was clad in a disguise, essentially, dressed like someone that he wasn’t. Were Sergio to have been the one to be confided in, he’d have chosen perhaps a jacket not too dissimilar to the one Lein had besmirched days prior - pure black. The amber was tacky.

The Knight of the Harvest Moon, all the while, was draped in a black doublet of his own, relatively tight to his frame and flanked by a short cloak, the inside of which had been stitched with a fiery red fabric. A few frills came out from the wrists, and his trousers had been tapered, oddly similar to Gerard’s choice in that aspect. 

Most importantly, though, the Knight had taken ample care in accentuating his complexion for the night - as he always did when he had an excuse - his skin glowed ever so slightly and his eyes had been painstakingly given leeway to stand out. His ruby irises looked in their element here. Sergio’s hair, despite usually being tied up, had been allowed to flow down to his shoulders finally, brushed and pampered to the point of softness.

He sipped ever gently from a glass of the same red wine Gerard had - meeting the man’s glance with a grin of his own. He had been waiting for an opportunity to speak to him at leisure.

[color=d72525] “Buonasera, Ser Gerard. This ball, is it to be your first, eh?” [/color]

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