Hope Posted September 28, 2016 Share Posted September 28, 2016 Willoughby paused at the doorway before rapping his ivory topped walking-stick upon it's paintwork, cane holding hand then detouring to give a quick rub of front teeth with forefinger. He was today dressed in a lime his tailor named 'speechless', in part because the discordantly stylish stripes of lemon within the weave. A frothy peach cravat tickled at his throat, a waistcoat of tangerine fitted to perfection, while the lavender bows on his shoes were neatly plumped. There were very few people in this world that could pull off such a collection of colours, but the fruity Jonathan did it with aplomb. "Yoo-hoo darling, open the door, emergencies await us!" he called gaily to his recently made friend, a friend who seemed to adore gossip quite as diligently as did he. Rat-a-tat-tat. He rapped again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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