👗 ][For Samuel!][
@blind-mutant
Rhys had left his jacket out on Samuel's bed (which, Samuel was shocked that Rhys was fine enough with his room...seeing as it was his old prison cell). He had left a few shirts and his boots out too, but Samuel ignored the shirts due to the fact that he needed button or zip ups due to his head. The boots though...he definitely liked the slight heel on them.
The green man looked around quickly, flicking his ears to try and listen out for anyone nearby before slipping off his own boots (and briefly returning to the horrific height of 5'3) and shifting Rhys's ones on as well as the jacket. The boots felt odd but Samuel could admit that the punk style was very admirable. And the jacket...he pulled it upwards to smell it, breathing in the sweet scent of vanilla and wrinkling his nose at cigarettes. It was warmer than he thought. How long had Rhys owned this? Maybe Samuel had to get him a new one or a winter version? Something that could contain heat easily and plenty of pockets to store needed items-
Rhys called his name and Samuel jumped, his cheeks quickly turning blue at the fact that he had been caught wearing his beau's clothing. Fuck. There wasn't any reason for Samuel to do such a thing and he knew reasonably Rhys would love it but that awful nervous part of him still worried that Rhys would be disgusted by his actions, that he was overstepping some sudden boundaries.
"O-oh! Rhys you..." Samuel gestured weakly and snapped his arms closer to his chest when he realised the jacket was now more on display. "I thought I would have heard you coming. Apparently not."
