“Well, you might want to look a little less like a guardsman in plainclothes,” he says, popping open the lids of some of his palettes.
Where to start? Sampo hooks a finger under Gepard’s chin, to nudge it up so that he’s looking at him, and examines his face. Granted, he knows Gepard Landau’s face very well by this point, he’s seen it on many occasions, but this isn’t just him admiring the good captain.
“It’s a bit of a shame, really. You have good bone structure. Those cheekbones! All the pretty girls must be chasing after you.”
He laughs; those poor girls, chasing after a man like Gepard. Too serious and married to his job to ever think about courting some lovely young thing. It’s a fool’s errand.
He takes a palette and starts to work. A little contour here, a highlight there, soften up that sharp jawline a little. Make that straight nose look like it has a little shift to it, like it had maybe once been broken.
“There’s nothing wrong with how I dress! But I’m not looking like me for this mission, so you definitely shouldn’t. Me, my clothes are part of the brand,” he says with a wink. “It’s part of the Sampo Koski business model.”
Outward portrayal is important! In the same way that the Silvermane uniform tells everyone who the guards are, Sampo’s particular fashion sense is part of the image of the man that he tells everyone he is. And part of that, yes, is being a man with a boob window and hip cut-outs in a blizzard.
“You think you’d be able to grow a beard…? Or at least a little stubble.” He traces his thumb along the edge of Gepard’s jaw— smooth. Either the good captain is one of those men who can’t grow facial hair to save his life, or he’s got an incredibly sharp razor and a very steady hand.
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Where to start? Sampo hooks a finger under Gepard’s chin, to nudge it up so that he’s looking at him, and examines his face. Granted, he knows Gepard Landau’s face very well by this point, he’s seen it on many occasions, but this isn’t just him admiring the good captain.
“It’s a bit of a shame, really. You have good bone structure. Those cheekbones! All the pretty girls must be chasing after you.”
He laughs; those poor girls, chasing after a man like Gepard. Too serious and married to his job to ever think about courting some lovely young thing. It’s a fool’s errand.
He takes a palette and starts to work. A little contour here, a highlight there, soften up that sharp jawline a little. Make that straight nose look like it has a little shift to it, like it had maybe once been broken.
“There’s nothing wrong with how I dress! But I’m not looking like me for this mission, so you definitely shouldn’t. Me, my clothes are part of the brand,” he says with a wink. “It’s part of the Sampo Koski business model.”
Outward portrayal is important! In the same way that the Silvermane uniform tells everyone who the guards are, Sampo’s particular fashion sense is part of the image of the man that he tells everyone he is. And part of that, yes, is being a man with a boob window and hip cut-outs in a blizzard.
“You think you’d be able to grow a beard…? Or at least a little stubble.” He traces his thumb along the edge of Gepard’s jaw— smooth. Either the good captain is one of those men who can’t grow facial hair to save his life, or he’s got an incredibly sharp razor and a very steady hand.
“It would help make you look not like… you.”