OH MY!
walking in on basil naked or even in his undergarments bcs those were improper enough in victorian era u know
The boy was at times terribly thoughtless, though Hallward supposed it was one of those charming features of youth, that had made the other so careless and light-headed, when it came to maintaining etiquette around him. He took it as a compliment, enjoyed it somewhat that Dorian felt comfortable enough to be so liberal with him, being more boyish and youthful perhaps than he got to be in his own home. All with his whims and fits and laughter, Basil felt it good for him to be able to voice them. It felt natural, and it felt good. Not today, though, not today.
He perhaps was far too distracted, threading his fingers carefully through a stack of sheet music that he had come across in the studio, while wainting for the painter so that they could sup together. His lips were parted in a smile that shoved just a little of those bright teeth and his hair fell in his eyes when he finally rose it to look at Basil, whose room he had invaded so thoughtlessly. And his voice trailed off.
And so would Basil’s, had he been speaking. Rather than anything, he grew very red very fast, pulling his trousers on over his undergarments and apologising profusely. “If you would be so kind as to knock next time, Dorian--” His voice so low, he wondered if he really was telling the other to confine himself so. -- @tothedevilsalter