[Yuan isn't sure how to take the distraction, or the order. But he goes anyway, grimacing as he does.]
[The room Kratos describes does, indeed, have a bed. For the moment Yuan sets the allotted clothes on it, pausing to look around. It seems to be a spare room, not Kratos's room, but he's not about to get comfortable.]
[The clothes... the clothes. They are worse than he thought. in his haste to get away. Maybe Kratos doesn't know about this. Maybe he does.]
[There is negligible solid fabric. Yuan chokes down his sense of modesty for the moment to at least try them on, and they fit, but-- too well, really, and the sheerness does not comfort him at all. He also objects to the color -- the quartermaster shouldn't have tried to match his hair -- but that's the least of his concerns right now.]
[Does he dare go back out to see Kratos? No, he'd best. Kratos was distracted enough, and unused to owning someone...]
[Crimson around the ears, Yuan backtracks to where Kratos is.]
no subject
[The room Kratos describes does, indeed, have a bed. For the moment Yuan sets the allotted clothes on it, pausing to look around. It seems to be a spare room, not Kratos's room, but he's not about to get comfortable.]
[The clothes... the clothes. They are worse than he thought. in his haste to get away. Maybe Kratos doesn't know about this. Maybe he does.]
[There is negligible solid fabric. Yuan chokes down his sense of modesty for the moment to at least try them on, and they fit, but-- too well, really, and the sheerness does not comfort him at all. He also objects to the color -- the quartermaster shouldn't have tried to match his hair -- but that's the least of his concerns right now.]
[Does he dare go back out to see Kratos? No, he'd best. Kratos was distracted enough, and unused to owning someone...]
[Crimson around the ears, Yuan backtracks to where Kratos is.]
Commander.