[he catches the pants and holds them up to take a look.] No cute little patterns? No frolicking daisies and kittens? [he laughs softly, leaning his head back against the couch in an attempt to look lazy. He's actually just.... Tired, tired, but Bigby doesn't need to know that any more than he must already. The continuing lack of illusions is a bigger tell than any lack of exuberance ever would be.]
Fine, fine. [he stands up and starts stripping. Modesty? What's that?]
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Fine, fine. [he stands up and starts stripping. Modesty? What's that?]