[ because charles is a snob about clothes, he actually steps closer, grabs the sleeve and inspects the fabric — he can't really feel it, of course, but he can at least see how it looks up close. and then he nods. ]
Yeah, it looks good. [ with a grin, ] What, t-shirt? Nah, mate, I've got an undershirt. That'll do.
[ yes, you heard him right: so on the daily, he wears an undershirt and a polo shirt and a bomber jacket and his overcoat when outside. it's a whole ensemble.
anyway — ] Right, let's see, then. [ gently, he takes the yukata and drapes it over his arm, reaching out with his other hand to grab junpei's sleeve and drag him with him to the back of the store where they have one whole dressing room, separated from the rest of the store by a curtain. as soon as they make it there, the achkan flickers out of existence, leaving charles wearing his usual trousers, a white tank top and suspenders. ] So... [ he eyes the yukata with some apprehension; please instruct. ]
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Yeah, it looks good. [ with a grin, ] What, t-shirt? Nah, mate, I've got an undershirt. That'll do.
[ yes, you heard him right: so on the daily, he wears an undershirt and a polo shirt and a bomber jacket and his overcoat when outside. it's a whole ensemble.
anyway — ] Right, let's see, then. [ gently, he takes the yukata and drapes it over his arm, reaching out with his other hand to grab junpei's sleeve and drag him with him to the back of the store where they have one whole dressing room, separated from the rest of the store by a curtain. as soon as they make it there, the achkan flickers out of existence, leaving charles wearing his usual trousers, a white tank top and suspenders. ] So... [ he eyes the yukata with some apprehension; please instruct. ]