[P] I Need The Distractions

Harvey Butler · 14 August 2014, 08:24 PM

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It hadn't been long after their initial meeting that the Briton found himself capable of offering his new friend assistance. It wasn't as if the Squire was constantly busy, but with a family of his own, he couldn't be careless with managing his time. While he and his mate were speaking less, touching less and acting in ways that caused Harvey to fear their drifting apart, it was his responsibility as her partner to provide what he could for her and their children.
Within the week, however, he found himself bound for the fellow Londoner's home.

He wasn't sure exactly where the other male lived, but given the general location and the fact that nobody quiet lived in hiding in the Court, he assumed it wouldn't be impossible to discover where William lived.
As he found himself gradually growing closer to the previously explained destination, the scent of another soon grabbed his attention; he was definitely on the right track.

The merle male hoped inwardly that he wasn't too late now to help. He understood when one was settling in, it's a bit of a rush to get things straightened out. Then again, if the new prim and proper Courtier was still looking forward to meeting others and getting acquainted with the pack life in general, he may not have found the time to sort through his belongings and organize his living space.

Even if the cockney sire arrived with little left to do, he was almost certain William wouldn't turn him away from conversation, and perhaps a cup of tea or tour of the nearby area. There was plenty to do without being so hastily returned home.

His heart sank momentarily.
Had he dreaded being home? It didn't seem right to claim that he would rather be out, but something inside, a squeezing feeling in his broad chest, was loosened with the distance from the Butler's house. Maybe it'd just been too long since he had anything to do outside of the house, let alone with somebody so eager to be called his friend.
Without giving it too much thought, the shepherd shook his head and forced a smile, stepping up to what he could assume was William's place.
He raised his hand and knocked politely. A heavy sigh fell with his hand.

Sorry this took so long to get up. ;n;

William Pendragon · 14 August 2014, 11:05 PM

Cursed the world and all who claimed it to be a sunny and happy paradise. That was not true, rage built up inside as Will looked around the room. It was disorganized, messy, and above all hot and improper. It was the very thing that made the man seethe with spite. Damned the sun and all of its golden glory. With his sword drawn he began to slash at all the loose, uneven and out of place threads. It was clean cuts all around but the Brit tossed his sword down and began to holler and scream in rage and mental agony. He sighed grinding his teeth as he begun to open up a few sets of boxes and his suit cases. He would fix the damned table later but for now that would be where he placed his sewing equipment and carefully set his cracked and slightly water damaged mirror onto the table as its hinges creaked from their rusted joints. The man looked into it noting his disheveled appearance. With a slightly prideful nod he noted he still looked well but his hair was messy.

He had removed his jacket, pants, and vest leaving only his hat and unbuttoned dress shirt as he wished not to completely surrender to the heat. Although he was getting close to saying screw it and lay in the ocean until winter. This man was not the most calm when heat was his enemy. As he sighed and groaned he looked at the five boxes and two suitcases yet to be unpacked. " I swear if I can't get this done before I stroke out from heat, the moment I wake up everything is going into the ocean and I am sitting in the water until either winter comes or the damned sharks get me!." The once composed dogs fist slammed against his wall as he retracted it feeling the sting snap him out of anger.

But there was another thing that forced the man to snap to his senses. A gentle knocking. With a quick grabbing of the bone comb his mother had made he combed the once mop like mess back to his signature tight and tidy brush back. With a deep sigh he nodded opening up the door to reveal a somewhat organized mess still to be fixed. The man felt odd since never in his life had he had another in his bedroom but of course he would need to relax since he knew the purpose of this visit. Oh the pains of a workaholic, they never get a chance to experience life. And so this would be a first.

" Welcome Harv Nice to see your smiling face again, sorry for the mess I got sort of mad my coat may be short but it's thick..not uh the best for the damned summer's heat," With a smile and chuckle Will Clapped his hands together as Harv entered and closed the door. "Well thank you again mate, welcome to my flat and consider this an honor you are the first person to see what my living quarters look like not even my family back home had that honor." With a smile and a nod Will nodded and moved to the boxes as he begun to unpack rolls of fabrics, sets of tools and many other accessories for the sewing process.

OOC: It is fine I hope this is okay ^.^

Harvey Butler · 17 August 2014, 08:27 PM

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Though he hadn't heard much of the chaos that was taking place within the obstructing walls of the home, Harvey was aware of faint noises inside. He was left to assume that it was merely the shifting of object about the place, seeing as his friend was just settling in. Maybe he had arrived with good timing.

The Squire smiled when the door was answered and the always dapper William stood before him.
As he was during their initial meeting, the mutt was polite and welcoming, but noticeably less formal than before. The shepherd enjoyed it, feeling comfortable around a fellow Briton that was able to trust him well enough and lead him into his home.
As a Squire, it wasn't as if he was notorious for being some crazed fool, and in fact had to show himself worthy of ranking up through level of skill and his positive actions toward the pack. His rank granted him reputation and expectation, one he hoped also allowed his pack mates the ability to give him their trust.

"No need for apologies, mate." Harvey smiled, looking around only briefly before he gaze once again fell upon the mongrel owner. "Well, it's truly an honor indeed den! 'Opefully we can 'ave it lookin' presen'able enough for any oveh honoured guests ya plan t' invite." He nodded, quick to hope that the other had luck in finding other friends within the Court. There was nothing wrong with growing closer to one particular person, somebody they can grant loyalty and know will be there for whatever help is required of them, but getting to know other Courtiers could prove beneficial for multiple reasons.

The Butler sire ran a hand through his dyed locks, brushing them back as was common for their wear. "So, tha' yer sewin' finks? What would ya 'ave me unpack, if ya don't mind none...? Promise I won't be too nosy." The merle male jested, moving to join his host near the boxes.

Absolutely! C:

William Pendragon · 18 August 2014, 12:02 AM

So many boxes and not enough time to move them all into place. Oh lord, the Brit felt a panic attack coming on and it felt as if his body was about ready to collapse. He felt trapped by work, responsibilities, he felt like he may suffocate. But then came a calming voice, his Cockney brother. Of course he wasn't alone in this, no Will hadn't been alone since he was born even with relatives who mocked him he still was never alone minus his sleep time. Now he had a new family member to help him, he was odd and already had a family of his own, a bit flirtatious, affectionate, but all around a truly kind man. Perhaps Harv would soon learn of Will's fears of being alone, no friends, no family one of these days but the Brit kept his composure hoping to appear calm. The other man seemed happy to help and that kept a smile firmly place on the mongrel's lips.

Although other honored guest, he had met and Egyptian blood and she was quite nice and seemed to find him fascinating and humorous. Perhaps all three would have tea one day and maybe even the feral Skoll could join them. With a slight chuckle the man enjoyed the though of tossing the clothing hating man in a suit. That would be a sight to see and no doubt one that all would discuss. Will felt slightly sheepish upon the mention of the man's nosy nature promise and the ethics of not being such. He didn't have anything such as provocative paintings or art work of females at most he had his family portrait that was a Christmas gift from their king. The man could be kind sometimes such as hosting his sister's mateship ceremony with her lover. It felt odd but even with the tyrannical man forcing there to be a halt in the Pendragon blood line then helping them live happy lives. Well, it was confusing.

With a light cough he nodded to his friend giving him a quick hug and smiled. " Thanks again mate, but yup this stuff is my sewing materials, the finest in all of England and I am trusting you with the task of putting up my personal items, such as my family portrait, uh the violin, some leather leather jackets from when I would visit my father while he was working on metal." The man simply ran through the lit as he pointed the the hook for the portrait, the stand for the violin and its music, and lastly the closet for the jackets to be hung in. The mutt smiled as he hummed and began to organize each roll of materials and prepped his station of work.

" Any questions just ask don't be shy."

OOC: Yay good now the portrait is just his family full dressed and his sister holding hands with her lover a coydog named Melissa also fully dressed XD Will is just standing off to the side to be by himself.

Harvey Butler · 24 August 2014, 09:07 PM

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He nodded, listening to the other as he looked around curiously.
When the Butler sire had arrived to Nova Scotia, he had nothing more on him than a dagger and the clothes on his back (which consisted of very little and had been since then tossed away as rags). There was nothing to unpack or tote about, which was likely for the best, as he'd had no plans of what happen after he set foot on the foreign land.
It wasn't too long before he was generously granted a room in a house in Halifax. The previous owner, Rio Marino, offered her home and her helping hand, both of which the shepherd was grateful beyond words. After she'd left for the Court, she then graciously gifted the place to Harvey, who tried to return the favour by continuing her hospitality; he let those in need stay as she had for him. One of the few who stayed was a good friend Baird, who he missed still and thought up frequently, especially during hunts.
The other was his mate.

At first, it was temporary; Aoves wanted to stay for a short time during the hurricane before she was off to the North, destined for something Harvey was either unaware of, or had forgotten by now. All he cared was that she returned, as promised, and this time, she never left.
They started a family there after Baird's departure, raising their first litter in the house before finding it safer to get involved in a pack. Not long after the pups were able to walk steady themselves (though they still whined to be carried, particularly the chubby Samuel), the Butlers made for Cour des Miracles.

The house in Halifax stood vacant for months.
Now, it is occupied once again by a Butler.

The Squire sighed heavily, shaking himself from the hazy memory and pulling himself into the present.
"Not a problem a' all, Will." He smiled, quite liking the way his new friend's informal alias felt in the air. "Hm. Well, I do promise t' be careful wif it." The merle male muttered, heading over to retrieve the portrait. It would have been a shame not to at least spare a glance toward the art.
"Oh, dis is lovely! Ya 'ave a beautiful family, mate..." The Briton nodded, before trying a grin William's way. He held the object up and made a gesture toward it. "Not close wif 'em, I fig'r? Excuse me if I'm bein' bold in sayin' so."

He quickly cleared his throat, not meaning to make any rude assumption. Hopefully, it wouldn't be taken as such.

Sorry this is so late ung school ;n;

William Pendragon · 24 August 2014, 10:42 PM

As the man set up his praised station for the cloth working there came a twinge from the past. His family, and the observation. What was it again? "Not close with them I figure?" In truth the cockney man hit the nail on the head but it stung to hear it from another. He felt off as memories came flooding from the deepest depths of his mind. He could feel the royal cotton against his fingers as a candle lit his late work and the hustle of his family behind him. They were always hustling to get work done so they could all catch up and have family time. Will never joined them, no he had work to finish and sleep to commence. He always meant to make time but yet every time he attempted to speak with them it felt odd. They always would attempt to bring him into the conversation but with no luck and little effort they never brought up anything he would know.

He was always behind on family ordeals and never could he seem to catch up. Bah, he didn't need the distraction he did the extra work to keep them in their privileged home and let them relax and take a few days off while he insured their efforts. They never worked as hard as him and so he couldn't afford the distraction. He remember playing for his sister's mateship and he was never acknowledged by her, simply another member of the band. It was obvious he had lost touch with them. Of course early on they all would smile, laugh, and feel true joy. Back before they were taken in by the king. Oh he hated to question it but it felt more like a curse. With a simple nod he decided to answer honestly. No sense in hiding it right?

" Yes we used to be close but then once we joined the royal bloods I had to work full time and so I was basically left out of the family, a serf had to come notify me of this portrait since my family had forgotten me, I was a later addition to the portrait..but I guess I came over here in search of a new home perhaps," With a deep breath the truth came out as the mutt was obviously distraught by the memories. " Bah, you have a family of your own don't let my sorrow taint your joy dear Harv." With a bit of a solemn tone Will nodded and shook his head obviously filling with determination. " Although enough sulking I am here and I have my dear friend helping me set up my home I have to say I am off to a great start right?" The usual pessimistic canine grins towards the other nodding as he rubbed Harv's head chuckling.

He had been removed from his family for working to help them but now he could have a fresh start and learn from it all. He had two friends in this pack and possibly many more to come. This day might just turn out fine.

Harvey Butler · 27 August 2014, 09:10 PM

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The merle male had instantly regretting his comment after observing the other's expression. It was obviously not a particularly positive subject, and as an individual with his fair share of filthy secrets, it was rude of him to be so nonchalant in his assumptions of his new friend's past and personal life.
He cleared this throat, but just as he was ready to apologize, William was speaking. It would have been ruder yet not to listen, so the Squire at least offered that as some way to expression his feelings.

He didn't know what it was like to have been left out of his family, so he couldn't completely empathize. While he could still sympathize, it was from his own doing; his family had become distant, but it was he he forced them away.
When he was younger, the Butlers were a tight-knit group. His mother had lost all of her children but him, the sole survivor of her and her mate, Harvey's father, Mycroft. With that, he was important. The Butler parents were almost over-protective, but never did the young dog feel suffocated by it. With time, they eventually gave him his freedoms, allowing him to work on the docks with his father and share time with his traveling Uncle Peter. Still, they were far from distant.

It wasn't until he'd acted selfishly and found himself caught up in the wrong sort of pack that he began pushing his loved one away.
And here he was no, across the sea and far from home. Far from his parents, his aunts and uncles, cousins and in-laws... But not far from family.
At least he had that. While it seemed William had nothing more than the portrait still in his grasp.

The Briton let out a hissed sigh and forced a smile toward the other. It was no happy matter, but there was no use dragging on through the depression, not if there was any progress to be made. "I'm sorry t' 'ear that, mate. I am." He nodded.

Gently, playfully, he elbowed the fellow Englishdog after his head was rubbed. The smile he wore now was far more genuine in response to the touch.
"You'll find what you're lookin' for, Will... I'm sure of it." After all, he had found himself in a position he wouldn't have even dared dream of being in after what he'd done; yet it was reality for him now.

"That's right, though don't let that keep ye from talkin', mate." Harvey said, his tone more serious now. "Ya can only keep somefink on your chest for too long 'fore it begins t' choke ya. I may not be able t' offeh ya the best of advice, but I can listen wif the best of 'em." He smiled, motioning to the picture.
"So, where did ya want this?"

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William Pendragon · 29 August 2014, 11:22 PM

The portrait had risked destruction on several occasions as the man contemplated burning any memories of his family that still remained but alas to do that was to burn his whole existence for he bore their blood. It was not a fun thing to know you are the black sheep cursed for working while your family sits and grows closer as the used the threads that once knit you into the group. Now his sister's mate held his spot making the family whole again, Will didn't hate them he simply felt nothing now except the slight twinge of pain. Each of them can live happy lives for then his sacrifice would have been worth it. No matter how those selfish animals thought.

Harv responded well and grew happy at his touch and it was oddly infectious causing the joy inside Will to grow. It still felt odd to share such horrid memories and admit his failures as a member of the Pendragon but like Harv said you can only keep something on your chest for too long before it chokes you. But as the man said he would find what he was looking for that caught Will's attention most of all. The Brit had no true idea what he wanted, what he was looking for to be more specific. It all was just a chance to expand and live a new life but he wondered if he just searched for something he could find hope in since his pack and family failed him horribly. With a shake of the head Harv brought up the portrait once more.

" Hang it above the mirror just because then don't see me as Kin doesn't mean the Pendragon blood doesn't still flow through my veins mate." With a prideful smirk he took pride knowing he was a Pendragon. The very man that proved to the king his family deserved all the praise and rankings he offered. Will was training and practicing to entertain the royal families and other noble bloods alike. It was a nice job but it grew saddening to be but a show monkey for them and not an equal as he saw his family be treated differently because the leeched off the rewards. He had pride for his last name but as for his family it was up to them to gain their honor back. He was saved they needed to help themselves.

"Well that is the last piece I want to hang up for the day what do you say we get down and dirty huh straight to the fun," With a chuckle and grin Will rushed the fellow dog to the bed as Will went over to his work station grabbing samples of fabrics to compare to his friend's pelt he wondered if he could have worded his last vocal response better. "So mate you looking for a jacket, three piece, or what huh come on now your family wants you to look your best hell as my mum always said, even a good man will be treated like a beast if he is dressed as such, she was not the brightest woman but that snippet holds true."

Harvey Butler · 3 September 2014, 08:31 PM

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His own family was relatively small, compared to the others around him. As the lone survivor of his litter, Harvey grew up spoiled and rather close to figures such as his father and Uncle Peter. That was, until he felt he was grown enough to look out for himself, and instead regretting that premature step in life.
He hadn't gotten in touch with them since. The arrival of a past flame had informed him that they were well, and that should have been sufficient to hear, but he still felt empty; being so far away from them both emotionally and now physically, the merle male could see the impact of his separation. He'd also hoped to hear news of his father climbing through the ranks and becoming some well-reputed docks keeper, or his Uncle Peter being respected as the captain of a successful trader's vessel, or perhaps even news of siblings, so somebody could be there for his worrisome mother, in his absence. Though there was nothing saying they weren't improving and doing good with their time apart, the report given was too little to be comfortable with.

But he couldn't worry now. It would eat at him until he could find solace in the facts that he lacked. Besides, the Briton had his own family now; a mate and five offspring needed his full devotion if they were to ever function appropriately. While he wouldn't claim that he was heavily important, his actions in raising his children would have a significant impact on their lives (at least, he likes to think), so it was dire that he do so to the best of his abilities. That required his attention.

He cleared his throat again before speaking. "Aye, mate." He muttered, not wishing to dwell on the possibly negative undertones of the statement; it was not his place to comment so openly about it all. Though they considered each other friends, Harvey hardly knew William, or at least knew too little about him to carry with his assumptions of the Pendragon family.
"I quite fancy the sound of tha'." The Butler sire smirked now, taking advantage of his freedom to flirt. He would cease immediately if the other proved uncomfortable or angry at him because of his remarks, but the Englishdog was admittedly enjoying the chance to show off his silver tongue.

The shepherd was lead to the bed, quirking a brow toward the other in a silent expression of 'sure we ain't movin' jus' a bit too fast 'ere, love?', grin set upon his face.
He laughed softly at the saying, having never been influenced either way when it came to bearing clothing. He was proper, he liked to think, so something fancy in his possession was always nice, but there was no particular need. There still wasn't, but the Squire wasn't willing to pass up this opportunity to be treated. "Maybe somefink simple still. Would be nice t' look good while represen'in' the Court an' all, but I ain't used t' much... S'long as it ain't too stuffy, I 'spose." The Cockney shrugged, allowing William liberty with the clothing. After all, he'd know better than the former British brute.

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William Pendragon · 4 September 2014, 10:30 PM

Oh Harv, Will enjoyed the man's flirty comments and it made Will feel better about himself. In fact he allowed the flirts to help his own pride. Although he was not one to flirt back just a simple man doing what he loves with his best friend. The Brit examined his pack mate touching and feeling the man's sides, shoulders, arms, and legs, hips. He wold need these for him to promptly remember how the jacket should be made. Although as the man inspected his companion the thought popped and boom there it was the go to shirt many with the properly fit bodies could pull off. A nice clean white dress shirt thin enough to become see through once wet. Females consistently ask for these shirts to give to their mates and Will never understood why until he saw a male attempt to woe his sister. It provided a proper show for the other. A jack was too thick to provide such entertainment for women.

With a nod Will looked towards his companion. " Well mate sorry for groping ye there but I needed a nice mental image for crafting the dress shirt," With a chuckle Will also enjoyed comparing the muscle structures noting as he had bulkier muscles but it seemed Harv had more as far as sculpted leaving the thick pelted mutt to look a bit lanky. It was truly odd but what could you do about it. "So since ye have a mate I have an idea, a thin breathable material for a white dress shirt so whenever the lady is feeling stressed you put it on pour some water on it and there you go a nice show for her." Will smiled hoping this would suffice as many females always loved a bit of teasing and the excitement of undressing back home. Although he only heard that from the other servants he never had first hand experience.

With a smirk Will chuckled. [b]" You are a bit of a tooth pick but with the cute mug of yours mate you should be fine although not as well off as me and my lovely saggy face."[/b] The once uptight man let out a bout of laughter patting his friend on the shoulder smiling. He knew his face was slightly saggy but many had proclaimed it cute. So he felt some pride for it. But with that Will hurried over to grab the cotton blend to show Harv what he would wear.

"It's breathable, stylish, clean cut, and like I said you can put on a show with it." That was possibly the best way to describe the material.

Harvey Butler · 11 September 2014, 08:54 PM

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If it had been anybody else, the closeness would have startled the shepherd far more than it had now. Of course, he was initially surprised at the physical interaction Will was performing, but the two had already toed over that boundary, sharing short sorts of embrace and other teasing touches. Used to the hands of another surveying his physique, the Butler sire simply smirked, calm and confident in his display (not that he was displaying anything, he stated inwardly).
Harvey was not against it.

Afterward, the Squire nodded back, accompanying the gesture with a gentle laugh. "Nah, ain't no need t' worry oveh tha', mate. I'm fla'ehed, really!" He joked, pressing a white hand to his broad chest and chuckling more enthusiastically now.
The idea seemed amusing to the Cockney canine. "Aoves does seem t' fancy seein' me dressed up, 'specially if it's for 'er." He didn't say much more on the subject, swallowing what guilt he felt from the internal disagreements racing through his mind; if anything stressed her out, he'd been a significant factor of it, and his desire to go above and beyond for her satisfaction was gradually declining in severity. It was something he hated to admit, as he was still in love with her and care for his family's well-being. But they had their issues and they were taking their toll.
Either way, it was nothing to trouble Will with.

"Oi, ya cheeky brute!" Harv smiled now, offering a wink toward his friend and playfully shoving at the fellow Briton. "I'll take tha' compliment, an' grant ya one of me own, love."

After hearing the benefits of the material, any negativity or nervousness the Englishdog had previously felt toward having something tailored specifically for his wear began to dissipate.
He smiled, hopeful now.

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William Pendragon · 19 September 2014, 11:00 PM

The purpose of a tailor is to make their clients look their best. And as a little side objective is to make them feel beautiful as they wait for their clothing. Even Will's Pa would give the boys a wink when he would pass them in the tailor shop. It was all a part of the job to make all feel beautiful. Will unfortunately was rather too good and maybe attempted to take it one step too far. Here though he felt safe to be as flirty as he wanted. It assisted his friend in a warm smile and even gave Will some practice. Of course Will couldn't help but wonder why the man wasn't spending all this time with his own family.

Could he have been isolated such as Will or was it just a little private time. Oh well no sense in wondering that now as Will began the blurred motion of hands as he begun his work. Pins and cloths flying every which way. He held pins in his mouth humming a few old English tunes tapping his foot crafting and editing the art work that was this shirt. On occasion the prototype would be draped on Harv to ensure it was on the right path and indeed it was with a few exceptions. But nothing too large for him to handle.

Soon after god knows how long it was finished. And Will thrust his arms in the air cheering and laughing like a loon high on endorphin. Painful but worth it. Will grabbed the garb and walked over to his companion gently rocking the man's shoulder in high hopes he was awake but if not he would be awoken. Will grinned handing the other his shirt chuckling. " Here you go mate try it on and tell how much you love it." The winning smile Will tossed would be enough to convince any that the moon was cheese and blood was wine or even their left foot was bread. But of course this charm was always used for the purpose of praising another and raising their self esteem.

Harvey Butler · 30 September 2014, 08:04 PM

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It was oddly comfortable in the company of this canine he'd only met once before. Though he couldn't begin to explain what it was about the gentleman or his behavior that made it so easy to communicate and grow familiar with his presence, but Will had done an excellent job at proving himself as a potential great friend.
Harvey had always found it at least somewhat easy to talk to others, despite them being complete strangers. He had always been a sociable type, figuring that if he came off as unpleasant to somebody he hardly knew, how could he be offended if their interactions stopped there? He'd rather know early on if one's friendship was something worth pursuing, or if it was best to leave the being be and dismiss any possible, future emotional pain then and there.
He certainly hoped he was right about William.

Some of the melodies hummed by the tailor brought back memories of the merle male's life in London. He'd heard some of the same tunes while under the watch of his father near the docks. His mother would sing some while he was being put to bed, hands petting his head gently before he was drifting off. It was often difficult for the Squire to think of England in a positive manner, especially when his parents were involved, but this was nice.
He decided he rather liked Will's humming.

He wasn't aware of the time that seemed to fly by. His mind was kept occupied by kind memories of his puppy stages and the relaxing setting of the Pendragon's household. Before he knew it, the fellow Briton had come over to the Butler sire, shaking him from his daydreaming.
Harvey was slightly startled, but quickly calmed at the sight of the friendly face before him. Heterochromic eyes looked down to the object in the other's grasp, before he took the garment for himself.

He held it up and out, getting a fine look before offering a grin of his own. "Looks right fancy, it does!" It was nice; while he wasn't one to wear clothing on an everyday basis, when he did pick attire, he would prefer it be proper and mature. This definitely fit that description.
The shepherd adjusted himself before carefully putting on shirt, glancing to William and raising his brow when he was done. "Fits like a glove, mate." He smiled, before laughing softly.
"So, 'ow do I look?"

Sorry for lateness! ;n; But I really love these two js.

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