[ Bugsy wriggled out of his jeans, folding them loosely to leave on the bedside table, then slipped into the PJ pants. Still a little short, they didn't really cover his angles, but he stuck a leg up to pose, allowing them to admire the colour on him. Silliness over, he cuddled up close again. ]
It's the rarity of colors happening at all that makes it work for me. People are so surprised that there's any color that they think it looks good on me.
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Be honest. Is this the best thing I've worn?
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[Coda curls up against him contentedly, a hand running down his thigh idly.]
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Not all of us can make bright colours work like you can.
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[They close their eyes, smiling.]