> Getting Ready for Pride Event. For @just-foster
Phoebe was in the final stages of getting ready; sticking on her eye gems with precision, with a steady hand she didn't usually possess. She didn't do too much normally; her work look was normally just enough makeup she didn't look dead, and at home on her days off she went bare-faced. And currently, nights out to bars and clubs were few and far in between. But she wanted to go all out for Pride, even if the fucking eye gems were more of a hassle than she initially thought.
"Hey, do these look eve — oh." Phoebe had turned from the mirror for Foster to examine her face properly, feeling the air knock out of her as she laid eyes on him in his own outfit, too busy concentrating on the eye gems in the mirror to focus on what was going on in the background. She had been pleasantly surprised when he took up her offer of getting him a Pride outfit, and though he seemed hesistant about the see-through mesh tank top she discovered at Thrift Haven, made no protest. Phoebe was going to tell him that if he felt uncomfortable in it, he obviously didn't have to wear it, but once her eyes fell on him, her brain short-circuited a bit.
It left little to the imagination, the fabric sticking to his defined abs, the lack of sleeves showcasing his very, very defined biceps. The fact that every tattoo — including the phoenix on his ribcage — was visible...
"— Wow." She finished intelligently, voice slightly breathless, completely forgetting the initial question she had wanted to ask.