[His eyes drop to the clothes which he reluctantly takes. Carefully, he looks them over. They aren't... bad.
So he turns and hides behind one of the racks to try on the clothes that had been given. He hates how they all just seem to fit no matter what's tried on. GOD. After a minute or two, he comes back out trying to fix things appropriately.]
[He'd be so mad about the shit-eating grin, so this is so much better. Thanks for the masks.]
I guess.
[It still feels so weird, even if he's grown accustomed to most of it over the past week or so. He can be thankful it isn't something far out of his comfort zone, but still enough to pass for being... stylish.] I can't believe he challenged me. This is stupid. [Ugh. Feeling weird.
He rubs his chest with the heel of his palm, praying Senri isn't questioning what the heck he's feeling.]
He fixes the outer layers like he wants in front of a mirror. Nothing too tight even if he's not flailing around like an idiot ninja. There's... not really anything he can do with his head, so he flicks his fringe with his fingers and gives up.]
Not even if it might surprise them so much they'd just start talking? People do that, when they're flustered - they babble and let things slip they wouldn't normally.
[the god says this like the little shit he truly is]
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[Sincerity hums, sorting through the clothing - then he holds a few pieces out to Sasuke.]
Here! Try these on.
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[His eyes drop to the clothes which he reluctantly takes. Carefully, he looks them over. They aren't... bad.
So he turns and hides behind one of the racks to try on the clothes that had been given. He hates how they all just seem to fit no matter what's tried on. GOD. After a minute or two, he comes back out trying to fix things appropriately.]
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Sincerity waits for him, and though Sasuke won't be able to see the shit-eating grin on his face (thanks, mask)... it's most definitely there.]
Well, well, well! You do clean up nicely, Sasuke-kun.
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I guess.
[It still feels so weird, even if he's grown accustomed to most of it over the past week or so. He can be thankful it isn't something far out of his comfort zone, but still enough to pass for being... stylish.] I can't believe he challenged me. This is stupid. [Ugh. Feeling weird.
He rubs his chest with the heel of his palm, praying Senri isn't questioning what the heck he's feeling.]
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Oh, it's not that bad. Why don't you go out there like that? You're sure to dazzle the others this way.
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[Hm.
He fixes the outer layers like he wants in front of a mirror. Nothing too tight even if he's not flailing around like an idiot ninja. There's... not really anything he can do with his head, so he flicks his fringe with his fingers and gives up.]
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[the god says this like the little shit he truly is]
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I’ll consider it.
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That's all I can ask.
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Sasuke heaves a soft sigh and pushes his hands down into the front pockets of the pants.]
The stuff you put on your face. The makeup. [There's............... a long pause. He looks so put-out.] Some of that, too, I guess.
[he hates senri nito so much]
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If it's even possible, Sincerity becomes all the more perky at that, and wastes absolutely no time in whipping out a makeup palette.]
Lucky for you, I'm great at that.