Sollux trudged through the side street of the boring alternate universe, hoping for some excitement, for himself. Perhaps I should head back home. He pondered dissapointedly. Oh, excuse me
It is no trouble! No trouble at all. Said the suspiciously tall and clean man standing before him, whom Sollux had just collided with accidentally. What is your name, my strangely dressed friend?
Sollux. Said Sollux. What's yours, pal?
People call me Monsieour Clean.
Yeah, well, Clean, I'm not the only one around here looking strange. What's with the get up?
I like to be clean, look clean, and feel clean.
Really. Is that so.
Oui. It is.
Okiedokie then, how about a proposition?
Ah, yes?
Dinner. An hour from now. Then my place. We'll see just where you're cleanliness ends, shall we?
Sounds magifique. Here is my number. Goodbye for now, Lux.
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