[ truthfully speaking, the young man before him didn't even need the mascara if he wanted to be striking. the wispy pale hair, and those equally long and pale lashes easily drew the eye without needing any additional enhancements or fussing... but it's those bright blue eyes themselves that pin you down and hold you in place. whether or not that's an entirely pleasant experience is admittedly something marco hasn't decided on yet.
he responds in kind with a faint, polite smile. ]
I should be okay, thank you.
[ after separating the garments from the pile, he can see it's a fairly simple set up. there is the apron, of course, and a simple, one-piece dress of all black, with a high collar and puffy sleeves that end tight around the wrists. after taking a moment to sort out a gameplan, he decides the dress it long enough it's probably okay he keep his pants on, and so without further ado he begins unbuttoning his long-sleeve before eventually casting it aside. briefly, his entire torso is made bare, showing well-defined muscles and a scattering of scars that range in age. the dress is shrugged on before long, though he does immediately find himself unable to fully reach behind himself to draw that zipper up..... seems he misjudged just how far up it had to go. ]
Ah — it turns out I'll be needing some help after all... [ sheepishly, he turns to present his back to the young man. ] Do you mind?
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he responds in kind with a faint, polite smile. ]
I should be okay, thank you.
[ after separating the garments from the pile, he can see it's a fairly simple set up. there is the apron, of course, and a simple, one-piece dress of all black, with a high collar and puffy sleeves that end tight around the wrists. after taking a moment to sort out a gameplan, he decides the dress it long enough it's probably okay he keep his pants on, and so without further ado he begins unbuttoning his long-sleeve before eventually casting it aside. briefly, his entire torso is made bare, showing well-defined muscles and a scattering of scars that range in age. the dress is shrugged on before long, though he does immediately find himself unable to fully reach behind himself to draw that zipper up..... seems he misjudged just how far up it had to go. ]
Ah — it turns out I'll be needing some help after all... [ sheepishly, he turns to present his back to the young man. ] Do you mind?