[The bag jostles, crinkling in his arms as he holds it up, eyes fixed on Alec and frowning. Rufus tries to conjure up an uncaring tone, but his mood twists it into sounding impatient.]
The outfit’s fine.
[But maybe not suited to Wall Market in broad daylight, though he won’t give Alec the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
He slings the bag over his shoulder, casting about for a place to change. Around the corner of the building they’re closest to would do the trick, obscured from passerby’s, and at this point Rufus wants to talk shop more than he cares about propriety. So without another word, he goes ‘round the structure to change.
Minutes later and he’s back, dressed in plain clothing that anyone walking down the street could be seen wearing. It cuts his figure in a different way; no more sleek lines, layers, and belts crisp white. This casual, with locks of hair slightly askew from pulling the shirt over his head, he looks almost like a different person.]
You couldn’t have brought me something that you bothered to iron?
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The outfit’s fine.
[But maybe not suited to Wall Market in broad daylight, though he won’t give Alec the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
He slings the bag over his shoulder, casting about for a place to change. Around the corner of the building they’re closest to would do the trick, obscured from passerby’s, and at this point Rufus wants to talk shop more than he cares about propriety. So without another word, he goes ‘round the structure to change.
Minutes later and he’s back, dressed in plain clothing that anyone walking down the street could be seen wearing. It cuts his figure in a different way; no more sleek lines, layers, and
beltscrisp white. This casual, with locks of hair slightly askew from pulling the shirt over his head, he looks almost like a different person.]You couldn’t have brought me something that you bothered to iron?