[ The "dream" had been strange enough (although admittedly, not that strange as far as dreams were concerned), but some part of him had still been expecting to just wake up eventually in his bed-- in his life, where maybe things weren't always normal, but at least were strange in a way Ray was more accustomed to.
Not that this seems all bad though, so far. If Ray shifts his thinking from wondering what is going on? and how did I get here? to just accept, briefly, that this is all really happening, part of him can't help but feel a little... intrigued, for lack of a better term. The mid-century may be backwards in a few ways, but TV and movies always gave Ray a rather romantic notion of it nonetheless.
Ray's eyebrows raise slightly as his neighbor walks over, the closing distance revealing just how much more gorgeous this person is than she(?) had looked initially from far away. Meanwhile, Ray probably looks a mess, hair still lightly ruffled (Ray did manage to run a comb through it earlier, though not pomade) and wearing the first presentable outfit he found in his drawers.
He smiles at Huaisang, both politely and with the faintest hint of relief. ]
Is that... [ Japanese, he nearly asks, then suddenly worries that's a rude question, so he shifts gears: ] Gillette. Ray Gillette. Love the dress, by the way. God, that collar is just adorable.
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Not that this seems all bad though, so far. If Ray shifts his thinking from wondering what is going on? and how did I get here? to just accept, briefly, that this is all really happening, part of him can't help but feel a little... intrigued, for lack of a better term. The mid-century may be backwards in a few ways, but TV and movies always gave Ray a rather romantic notion of it nonetheless.
Ray's eyebrows raise slightly as his neighbor walks over, the closing distance revealing just how much more gorgeous this person is than she(?) had looked initially from far away. Meanwhile, Ray probably looks a mess, hair still lightly ruffled (Ray did manage to run a comb through it earlier, though not pomade) and wearing the first presentable outfit he found in his drawers.
He smiles at Huaisang, both politely and with the faintest hint of relief. ]
Is that... [ Japanese, he nearly asks, then suddenly worries that's a rude question, so he shifts gears: ] Gillette. Ray Gillette. Love the dress, by the way. God, that collar is just adorable.