There's some details he's gotten about this place. Some gotten, some believed - which is a needed distinction, when everyone is talking about monstrous crabs and beasts, and what turns out to be more than just an exaggeration. Examples of magic, yeah, he's seen that now too. There's a lot he's trying to digest about this place, starting to letting himself believe in more.
But even as Tory's talking, is he prepared for what comes next? The wave of her hands, the poof, and the absolutely long-desired pair of pants. ...and the other pants. Eyes are widened, brows up at the magical show - from Tory, who's always had a good talent of sweeping him off his feet (literally), but this one--
He finally scoffs out a laugh, from her playful remark and having the clothing in his hands. A wider grin on his face as he looks back at her, a conceding tip of his head to the side.
"I'm not gonna argue about what you think I'd look good in." A playful concede, that he knows whose hands his life is in (and who could be putting him into clothes much worse). He rolls the boxers up into the jeans to tuck by his elbow, not about to get changed in the middle of the street; luckily, the robes go low enough to not be as walking as naked as some parts feel.
"Okay." This still feels too casual after watching your girlfriend just magic up some clothes, but- he'll nod, "I'm in your hands," and he'll follow her lead.
"I wasn't expecting to show up in a place that looks a cartoon on TV when I was five."
No offence to Trench, but the magic, swords, talks of monsters - it sounds like one of those comics Demetri would've talked about.
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But even as Tory's talking, is he prepared for what comes next? The wave of her hands, the poof, and the absolutely long-desired pair of pants. ...and the other pants. Eyes are widened, brows up at the magical show - from Tory, who's always had a good talent of sweeping him off his feet (literally), but this one--
He finally scoffs out a laugh, from her playful remark and having the clothing in his hands. A wider grin on his face as he looks back at her, a conceding tip of his head to the side.
"I'm not gonna argue about what you think I'd look good in." A playful concede, that he knows whose hands his life is in (and who could be putting him into clothes much worse). He rolls the boxers up into the jeans to tuck by his elbow, not about to get changed in the middle of the street; luckily, the robes go low enough to not be as walking as naked as some parts feel.
"Okay." This still feels too casual after watching your girlfriend just magic up some clothes, but- he'll nod, "I'm in your hands," and he'll follow her lead.
"I wasn't expecting to show up in a place that looks a cartoon on TV when I was five."
No offence to Trench, but the magic, swords, talks of monsters - it sounds like one of those comics Demetri would've talked about.