It's true they haven't had much time just to spend time with each other lately, with how everything's been going. And it'd be good to have a...date night. Sure. He can do that. He's even got some halfway decent clothes in the closet leftover from Lup's party. Nothing fancy, but nice enough. Nicer than the clothes he usually wears anyway, which are chosen for comfort and ease of movement over anything else.
He gives Drake a little smile, and squeezes his arm. "Sure. And - thank you. It's. It feels like a good night for it."
Something just for them.
He changes out of his armor quickly enough, and into his nicer clothes. It's nothing much, just jeans and a black sweater, but it fits him well and it passed Lup's muster, so Ephemera figures it works. He combs his hair, too. It seems like the thing to do. Besides, he used to get dressed up and go out back in the day, with the squad, and those had been good times. A break from the chaos of the war and everything that happened. Sometimes it's nice just to break the routine. Do something different just for the breathing room.
So he makes an effort, even if it's a small one, and comes out looking decent. There's nothing to be done about the scars, but Drake knows them by now and that's just fine.
Ephemera runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "It's getting long again. Might need to invest in like, bobby pins or something."
It gets in his eye sometimes, when he's not wearing his helmet, but Ephemera doesn't mind too much. It's a change and most changes come with adjustments.
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It's true they haven't had much time just to spend time with each other lately, with how everything's been going. And it'd be good to have a...date night. Sure. He can do that. He's even got some halfway decent clothes in the closet leftover from Lup's party. Nothing fancy, but nice enough. Nicer than the clothes he usually wears anyway, which are chosen for comfort and ease of movement over anything else.
He gives Drake a little smile, and squeezes his arm. "Sure. And - thank you. It's. It feels like a good night for it."
Something just for them.
He changes out of his armor quickly enough, and into his nicer clothes. It's nothing much, just jeans and a black sweater, but it fits him well and it passed Lup's muster, so Ephemera figures it works. He combs his hair, too. It seems like the thing to do. Besides, he used to get dressed up and go out back in the day, with the squad, and those had been good times. A break from the chaos of the war and everything that happened. Sometimes it's nice just to break the routine. Do something different just for the breathing room.
So he makes an effort, even if it's a small one, and comes out looking decent. There's nothing to be done about the scars, but Drake knows them by now and that's just fine.
Ephemera runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "It's getting long again. Might need to invest in like, bobby pins or something."
It gets in his eye sometimes, when he's not wearing his helmet, but Ephemera doesn't mind too much. It's a change and most changes come with adjustments.