The dress really is an assault on his senses. "Sure, why not," Magnus says. Unlike Galahad, he has no compunctions about trying on clothes during someone else's date prep sesh, so he yanks off his shirt and pulls the dress on. It's a little puckered over the button of his jeans -- for a ruffled monstrosity, it really hugs tight to the skin.
Then he peers at himself in the mirror, trying to decide how Alex would react. Horrified delight? Double checking that he's doing this in earnest and not being a dick? That slow, feral grin he gets sometimes when Magnus does something he really likes? Magnus hopes it would be the first or the last, not the middle one. He's really not trying to be a dick. Like, he'd take it, if it meant she was here to judge him for it, but it's not his preference.
Really, he'd prefer the dress on Alex, but... it feels kind of like she's hugging him?
"Alright," he says, turning around to show it to his friends. "What's the verdict?"
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Date: 2023-11-17 04:11 am (UTC)Then he peers at himself in the mirror, trying to decide how Alex would react. Horrified delight? Double checking that he's doing this in earnest and not being a dick? That slow, feral grin he gets sometimes when Magnus does something he really likes? Magnus hopes it would be the first or the last, not the middle one. He's really not trying to be a dick. Like, he'd take it, if it meant she was here to judge him for it, but it's not his preference.
Really, he'd prefer the dress on Alex, but... it feels kind of like she's hugging him?
"Alright," he says, turning around to show it to his friends. "What's the verdict?"