[He's such a dramatic old queen. Steven finds himself grinning a bit, even as he goes to grab a copy of the paperwork he'll need to bill Team Rocket for the night's coming purchases.
He's well aware that Solus has been flirting and flattering him to get information, of course--he's not an idiot, Lydia, he knows the man doesn't truly respect him yet. But going along with it had been all part of the game. And honestly... he knows Solus' type. Or, well, the type Solus is presenting himself as, at least. And there's-- something pleasantly homey about him.
(As much as Steven loves the fact that nobody cares who people fuck in Pokeworld, sometimes he misses the lack of a real gay subculture here. Whether or not Solus does fuck men, he's got enough mannerisms that remind Steven of some of the older queers, the survivors, that he met in his twenties.)
When he meets Solus the next day, he brings with him a bag from the Goldenrod Department Store, which he set down on a nearby table. His briefcase soon joins them on a chair. Once again, he's dressed in a button-down shirt of a light color, underneath a darker coat. He too stands six foot or so, although there's no slouch nor slope to his posture--although he does hold himself in the manner of a big man who is trying not to seem quite as large as he is.]
I try to, [he replies wryly.]
The bag is for you. I took the liberty of getting your size from the quartermaster's office. I love what you're wearing, but you'll probably want to wear something other than the Team Uniform while it's being cleaned.
[And indeed, inside the bags are a pair of black trousers, of a quasi-military cut, as well as a pair of shirts to go with it, one in white and the other in red, and a matching black waistcoat.]
I thought about a coat too, [he adds,] but you seem to have that well in hand, Solus.
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He's well aware that Solus has been flirting and flattering him to get information, of course--he's not an idiot, Lydia, he knows the man doesn't truly respect him yet. But going along with it had been all part of the game. And honestly... he knows Solus' type. Or, well, the type Solus is presenting himself as, at least. And there's-- something pleasantly homey about him.
(As much as Steven loves the fact that nobody cares who people fuck in Pokeworld, sometimes he misses the lack of a real gay subculture here. Whether or not Solus does fuck men, he's got enough mannerisms that remind Steven of some of the older queers, the survivors, that he met in his twenties.)
When he meets Solus the next day, he brings with him a bag from the Goldenrod Department Store, which he set down on a nearby table. His briefcase soon joins them on a chair. Once again, he's dressed in a button-down shirt of a light color, underneath a darker coat. He too stands six foot or so, although there's no slouch nor slope to his posture--although he does hold himself in the manner of a big man who is trying not to seem quite as large as he is.]
I try to, [he replies wryly.]
The bag is for you. I took the liberty of getting your size from the quartermaster's office. I love what you're wearing, but you'll probably want to wear something other than the Team Uniform while it's being cleaned.
[And indeed, inside the bags are a pair of black trousers, of a quasi-military cut, as well as a pair of shirts to go with it, one in white and the other in red, and a matching black waistcoat.]
I thought about a coat too, [he adds,] but you seem to have that well in hand, Solus.