[ Coming face to face without a wall between them finally, Sylvain takes a moment to let amber eyes scan over the man in front of him, taking in what he couldn't see clearly in the mirror's reflection. He doesn't hide that he's doing it either, leaning his forearm against the door frame as he gives Wriothesley an appreciative once-over.
His own outfit is slightly different, although the jeans hug his hips and thighs like a second skin and there's a tight black shirt on beneath a partially buttoned one layered overtop of it. Sylvain hadn't liked any of the jackets, but a bunch of the display mannequins had been wearing similar outfits, so he assumed it was a more common fashion in this place than the clothing he was used to. He's still barefoot, of course, but that hadn't really seemed important at the moment.
His lips are also curved in a faint grin when he finally lifts his gaze to meet the other man's once more. ]
And what is it you would take off the table from the get-go?
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His own outfit is slightly different, although the jeans hug his hips and thighs like a second skin and there's a tight black shirt on beneath a partially buttoned one layered overtop of it. Sylvain hadn't liked any of the jackets, but a bunch of the display mannequins had been wearing similar outfits, so he assumed it was a more common fashion in this place than the clothing he was used to. He's still barefoot, of course, but that hadn't really seemed important at the moment.
His lips are also curved in a faint grin when he finally lifts his gaze to meet the other man's once more. ]
And what is it you would take off the table from the get-go?