[He reaches up, first to check his hair, then to tentatively tug at the robe, feeling weird and overdressed. It does feel nice, as far as the fabric goes, and as he rocks back on his heels he kind of digs the way the cape flutters in the air. It reminds him of his dad, of the royal raiment he used to bury his face in when he was little, drinking in the scent of Armiger ozone and aftershave, letting it carry him off to sleep. He can't even help the tiny, nostalgic smile that briefly crosses his lips at that old memory. Maybe with a bit of silver and gold lining by the clasp, he could-
-but the robe-
Looking down at it, it just... isn't him. Too loose, too open. He doesn't know how to move in it. And he must look so much like Somnus, more than ever before. He can't have that.]
Pyra, um... thanks. It was really nice of you.
[It's too kind, even if it goes against his fashion sense. He reaches down and tugs at the waist, bunching up the fabric so it's pulled more taut against his hips, testing how it could be sized down. Hmm.]
Luna likes to wear my clothes sometimes. I think, maybe with a belt- it could be a cute dress?
[Ungrateful, maybe, but she might feel better if she knows it won't be wasted.]
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[He reaches up, first to check his hair, then to tentatively tug at the robe, feeling weird and overdressed. It does feel nice, as far as the fabric goes, and as he rocks back on his heels he kind of digs the way the cape flutters in the air. It reminds him of his dad, of the royal raiment he used to bury his face in when he was little, drinking in the scent of Armiger ozone and aftershave, letting it carry him off to sleep. He can't even help the tiny, nostalgic smile that briefly crosses his lips at that old memory. Maybe with a bit of silver and gold lining by the clasp, he could-
-but the robe-
Looking down at it, it just... isn't him. Too loose, too open. He doesn't know how to move in it. And he must look so much like Somnus, more than ever before. He can't have that.]
Pyra, um... thanks. It was really nice of you.
[It's too kind, even if it goes against his fashion sense. He reaches down and tugs at the waist, bunching up the fabric so it's pulled more taut against his hips, testing how it could be sized down. Hmm.]
Luna likes to wear my clothes sometimes. I think, maybe with a belt- it could be a cute dress?
[Ungrateful, maybe, but she might feel better if she knows it won't be wasted.]