Well! It's certainly a very... jaunty room. Wei Wuxian will not judge; Ingress is a very jaunty person, after all.
"No, this is fine," he says, and ducks behind the (incredibly sparkly) privacy screen. In short order, a set of black robes, then red robes, then trousers flop over the top of the screen; he kicks his boots off and tosses his belt alongside them.
Briefly, he considers fetching his flute after he's changed, just in case -- but where would he put it? The clothes Madam Bar gave him are... really rather snug. Especially the trousers, which are made of a stiff indigo cloth that makes him feel more like he's breaking in a new pair of boots than a new piece of clothing.
Moments later, he emerges, shrugging on the last item Madam Bar gave him (a black zip-up hoodie) and pulling his hair free of the fabric.
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Date: 2020-10-02 10:20 pm (UTC)"No, this is fine," he says, and ducks behind the (incredibly sparkly) privacy screen. In short order, a set of black robes, then red robes, then trousers flop over the top of the screen; he kicks his boots off and tosses his belt alongside them.
Briefly, he considers fetching his flute after he's changed, just in case -- but where would he put it? The clothes Madam Bar gave him are... really rather snug. Especially the trousers, which are made of a stiff indigo cloth that makes him feel more like he's breaking in a new pair of boots than a new piece of clothing.
Moments later, he emerges, shrugging on the last item Madam Bar gave him (a black zip-up hoodie) and pulling his hair free of the fabric.