[ surprising exactly no one, it takes some time for the belts and buckles of the mage's outfit to be undone, though Dorian does it with practiced ease. The robes are folded away and exchanged for the shirt and jeans.
... It's rather plain, he thinks. Far plainer than anything he's worn before, but at the very least, it seems to fit; it'll have to do.
He's still plucking at the shirt when he opens the door, a thoughtful frown knitting his brows together. ]
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... It's rather plain, he thinks. Far plainer than anything he's worn before, but at the very least, it seems to fit; it'll have to do.
He's still plucking at the shirt when he opens the door, a thoughtful frown knitting his brows together. ]
Well, I assume this is more acceptable?