Still. [He doesn't want to be contrary to Damian, but he's insistent his gratitude at least be understood for what it was.
He stands in front of the closet when directed to it, staring at first-- boggling at the number of options in Damian's wardrobe. He's never seen even this many clothes just for one person. The items that Damian apparently wanted him to pick out seemed a bit excessive just for an outing, and he fully expects to return to the cell and his uniform when it's over, but he doesn't bring that up. The choices (choices, real choices, there he goes again) are a bit overwhelming, and for a moment he simply stands there, staring and trying to process everything that he can see, as if he's tactically trying to study the situation.
When he finally moves, it's slowly (he's worried he's wasting too much time making a decision, he'd had far too much hesitation in the last few weeks). He steps forward, touching one of the looser shirts with bright gold embroidery and royal blue fabric with a hint of interest-- some of the styles remind him of something familiar, nagging in the back of his head. But most of them are foreign, and seem far too fancy and extravagant for him to dare take away from their owner. They're probably valuable and treasured, and he simply has no right to that.
In the end, he picks out the the most simple things he takes a liking to, hoping they won't be missed too much: a basic yellow t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans and black boots, and a dark blue winter coat that he almost felt guilty for selecting, but it drew his eye so often while he was searching that he couldn't decide on anything else (but he tells himself that it'll definitely be returned, so maybe it'll be ok for now.)
The underclothes he's pulled out are an even more basic off white, a matching set-- the pajamas have a bit more color, still a basic and bland white, but the shirt of the set has some simple bright yellow detailing that stands out to him and the material is softer than anything he remembers dealing with. He likes the colors, and the brightness. They're a lot different from the dark and lifeless colors the Court would have him wear.
The idea of wearing anything besides his uniform actually makes him a bit nervous (none of the clothes Damian has in here are really good for hiding extra weapons if he was allowed near them), but when he's finally made his decision, he takes a step back from the closet with the selections in his arms, looking to Damian for further direction. And keeping his eyes peeled for any disapproval in his expression.]
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He stands in front of the closet when directed to it, staring at first-- boggling at the number of options in Damian's wardrobe. He's never seen even this many clothes just for one person. The items that Damian apparently wanted him to pick out seemed a bit excessive just for an outing, and he fully expects to return to the cell and his uniform when it's over, but he doesn't bring that up. The choices (choices, real choices, there he goes again) are a bit overwhelming, and for a moment he simply stands there, staring and trying to process everything that he can see, as if he's tactically trying to study the situation.
When he finally moves, it's slowly (he's worried he's wasting too much time making a decision, he'd had far too much hesitation in the last few weeks). He steps forward, touching one of the looser shirts with bright gold embroidery and royal blue fabric with a hint of interest-- some of the styles remind him of something familiar, nagging in the back of his head. But most of them are foreign, and seem far too fancy and extravagant for him to dare take away from their owner. They're probably valuable and treasured, and he simply has no right to that.
In the end, he picks out the the most simple things he takes a liking to, hoping they won't be missed too much: a basic yellow t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans and black boots, and a dark blue winter coat that he almost felt guilty for selecting, but it drew his eye so often while he was searching that he couldn't decide on anything else (but he tells himself that it'll definitely be returned, so maybe it'll be ok for now.)
The underclothes he's pulled out are an even more basic off white, a matching set-- the pajamas have a bit more color, still a basic and bland white, but the shirt of the set has some simple bright yellow detailing that stands out to him and the material is softer than anything he remembers dealing with. He likes the colors, and the brightness. They're a lot different from the dark and lifeless colors the Court would have him wear.
The idea of wearing anything besides his uniform actually makes him a bit nervous (none of the clothes Damian has in here are really good for hiding extra weapons if he was allowed near them), but when he's finally made his decision, he takes a step back from the closet with the selections in his arms, looking to Damian for further direction. And keeping his eyes peeled for any disapproval in his expression.]