Really? God, all this stuff is so weird... ( Peter's looking genuinely curious though, brows lifting for a moment. He doesn't know very much about Corruption, or, subsequently, Beasthood — but it's sure as hell been on his mind these days. That looming threat, the reason he and Luna decided to bind themselves to each other. Some desperate little attempt to keep each other safe. Now here he is walking around looking like this but feeling pretty mentally normal otherwise. He's not sure if that's ultimately a good thing or a bad thing — what if his body's gotten used to Corruption or something like that?
He's nervous to think too much about that, trying not to let his thoughts veer that way too much. Instead— the older man hits the nail on the head with his current predicament, and Peter's all too willing to follow through with that focus. )
Yeah, I uh. I don't usually wear stuff with like... buttons, or collars, so I'm kind of lost. ( He admits with one of his trademark self-deprecatory winces. It's.... just a shirt, Peter. Just find one in your size and buy it. Just, literally, do that.
...But he does so, so easily get overwhelmed, and maybe he'd like to try and find some things that actually look good on him instead of just reaching for what's convenient. Of course, there's someone standing right in front of him who might know some of the answers to any fashion-related questions. Peter stares at the purple coat Break is sporting for a moment longer before venturing, suddenly— )
—How do you know what your colour is? Like... the colour that suits you best?
( It's almost awe-inspiring how apt that colour does seem to be on the other man, given what Peter's able to see emanating from him. That purple glow: Break's spirit? His aura? Energy? He's not sure exactly how to pinpoint it, but.... yeah. Yeah, purple is his colour and given that impressive coat he's wearing, it seems he knows that. )
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He's nervous to think too much about that, trying not to let his thoughts veer that way too much. Instead— the older man hits the nail on the head with his current predicament, and Peter's all too willing to follow through with that focus. )
Yeah, I uh. I don't usually wear stuff with like... buttons, or collars, so I'm kind of lost. ( He admits with one of his trademark self-deprecatory winces. It's.... just a shirt, Peter. Just find one in your size and buy it. Just, literally, do that.
...But he does so, so easily get overwhelmed, and maybe he'd like to try and find some things that actually look good on him instead of just reaching for what's convenient. Of course, there's someone standing right in front of him who might know some of the answers to any fashion-related questions. Peter stares at the purple coat Break is sporting for a moment longer before venturing, suddenly— )
—How do you know what your colour is? Like... the colour that suits you best?
( It's almost awe-inspiring how apt that colour does seem to be on the other man, given what Peter's able to see emanating from him. That purple glow: Break's spirit? His aura? Energy? He's not sure exactly how to pinpoint it, but.... yeah. Yeah, purple is his colour and given that impressive coat he's wearing, it seems he knows that. )