[ By the time Lucifer came by Elio's place (10 sharp) and unfurled his wings to take them to New York, Elio had already felt the atmosphere that would come to pervade the rest of the day, the easy-going, whatever-we-wanna-do air of it, of them, and he'd loved it. He'd loved it sitting in Lucifer's arms the fifteen minutes it took him to cover the ground from LA to the Big Apple and he'd loved it during brunch (luxurious) and he loves it even more so now, changing into a new outfit at the Northern Heights while their personal shopper goes in search of something Burberry within the Burgundy to Plum color scheme, next coming up. Also, different shoes, because the brown/blue combination, the assistant had insisted, was a bit dated. Blue with blue, sir, and they had some lovely D&G ones out back...
The Burberry suit he's currently trying on is a dusty baby blue, very eye-catching, though more conservative in its cut than in its color. It's light on his body, feels crisp, like the weather. White shirt, white tie. His hair has never looked more brown, nor has Elio ever looked as tall as he does with the fit of this suit jacket. He likes it.
Whether it'll survive under Lucifer's scrutinizing gaze is another matter altogether, they've been through one suit and two partial outfits already. Elio smiles, he likes that side of him, the one who knows the difference between navy and midnight. The side who cares. He likes it a lot.
Pulling the curtain aside, he finally steps out, raising an eyebrow at the other man leafing through whatever's available to keep him distracted, right? Elio straightens up, turns his side first, then his back, then front and center. ]
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The Burberry suit he's currently trying on is a dusty baby blue, very eye-catching, though more conservative in its cut than in its color. It's light on his body, feels crisp, like the weather. White shirt, white tie. His hair has never looked more brown, nor has Elio ever looked as tall as he does with the fit of this suit jacket. He likes it.
Whether it'll survive under Lucifer's scrutinizing gaze is another matter altogether, they've been through one suit and two partial outfits already. Elio smiles, he likes that side of him, the one who knows the difference between navy and midnight. The side who cares. He likes it a lot.
Pulling the curtain aside, he finally steps out, raising an eyebrow at the other man leafing through whatever's available to keep him distracted, right? Elio straightens up, turns his side first, then his back, then front and center. ]
We need blue shoes, I'm told.