Dorian had been scouring the room, drink in hand, eyes flitting from person to person as he took in their shirts. Boring. Dull. Dull. Potential with the shirt, less so with the person. He's outright staring as he looks from person to person, judging them from afar.
And then he spots Kate. Ask me about my sister? Possibly dull, but possibly interesting. After all, most people's relationships with their siblings were dull. If the forces in charge wanted him to ask about her sister, then it had to be at least somewhat exciting. After a moment's worth of blatant staring, he shrugs, picks up his pen, paper, and clipboard and walks over towards Kate.
"They've given us a conversation starter, I'll start the conversation," says the man wearing a shirt that says 'ask me about my textbook narcissism.' "So, your sister. Would you consider the relationship more 'kind and loving' or 'pain in the ass?'"
ask me about x
And then he spots Kate. Ask me about my sister? Possibly dull, but possibly interesting. After all, most people's relationships with their siblings were dull. If the forces in charge wanted him to ask about her sister, then it had to be at least somewhat exciting. After a moment's worth of blatant staring, he shrugs, picks up his pen, paper, and clipboard and walks over towards Kate.
"They've given us a conversation starter, I'll start the conversation," says the man wearing a shirt that says 'ask me about my textbook narcissism.' "So, your sister. Would you consider the relationship more 'kind and loving' or 'pain in the ass?'"