[ Trahearne looks at the outfit laid out for him, and--
Seriously, Mishka? His hands pause at the hem of the pajama shirt as he looks at the other man, incredulity hiding behind his blank expression. ]
I was not planning on looking, no. [ He knows respect. ] You can stay if you like.
[ He has seen all of these people naked it doesn't matter anymore. What is modesty to Firstborn Trahearne anyway.
He pulls up the top, only for the neck to catch on his glasses. Oops. He pauses, carefully rests those on the bed, then proceeds to get undressed...and then dressed. Mishka can see that he does not look.
Anyway, clothes are mostly on, but it's clear he needs help actually making them look good. When it's clear that's not something he knows how to do himself, he looks up at Mishka with a little pleading look. ]
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[ Trahearne looks at the outfit laid out for him, and--
Seriously, Mishka? His hands pause at the hem of the pajama shirt as he looks at the other man, incredulity hiding behind his blank expression. ]
I was not planning on looking, no. [ He knows respect. ] You can stay if you like.
[ He has seen all of these people naked it doesn't matter anymore. What is modesty to Firstborn Trahearne anyway.
He pulls up the top, only for the neck to catch on his glasses. Oops. He pauses, carefully rests those on the bed, then proceeds to get undressed...and then dressed. Mishka can see that he does not look.
Anyway, clothes are mostly on, but it's clear he needs help actually making them look good. When it's clear that's not something he knows how to do himself, he looks up at Mishka with a little pleading look. ]