Justin's lip curled slightly in animated disgust at the idea of 'matching.' It was one thing he'd always refused to do - match head to toe with his date. He'd been to his share of high society functions with girls who thought the idea “cute”. But the only near matching business he ever compromised on was wearing a tie or pocket handkerchief to match the girl's dress. Other than that the word itself was disturbing.
"I don't know about matching," he offered as though obviously against the idea. "But I don't really have the brain power for costume ideas either. If you want to do costumes I think you should be in charge of deciding what we go as." He immediately cut himself short and looked at Susan in mock seriousness, "You know, as long as I'm not in spandex, or hot pink tights or anything poncy like that. Besides," he offered with a shrug, "I think masquerades are more for the mask detailing and what the girl's dress looks like than anything else really. Least that's how it works back home. But if you want to do costumes....." He trailed off and stared at the girl for a reaction.
This wasn't his first time planning the "what to wear." If there was something he learned long ago - it was usually to let the girl make the final decision. His input more often than not got pushed aside anyway - unless there was excessive complaint about wearing something stupid.
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