"I am always the height of sophisticated humor, excuse you."
No he isn't, and he clearly knows it. It shows in the way he grins like a kid being caught somewhere they shouldn't be the second Caspar looks at him. He accepts the handful of clothes Caspar holds out for him with a murmured thanks but pauses at the much more colorful blue pants Caspar's holding out.
Does he think Josh won't try them on? He's worn so much awful shit on a bet or dare before. Let's not even get into the time he wore his sister's clothes to school for a bet before they disappeared. He raises both of his eyebrows in an 'are you serious' kind of way but takes the pants without a word of complaint.
He's going to wear every last thing Caspar hands him and he will make it look damn good. Just you wait, Bro.
"To be honest? That was previously my position before I ended up here. Hell most of my gal friends are my height or taller, too. I've only met a couple guys shorter than me and it was all here."
Caspar just so happens to be one of them but Josh doesn't bring it up. Kinda getting the vibe there's a chip on someone's motherboard about it so it's best not to linger on the topic.
"Alright hold down the fort I gotta go shimmy my scrawny butt into a bunch of pants."
He gives Caspar a crooked grin before hurrying off to the dressing room to do just that. Though anything that fits him at all decently he'll come out in between pairs and get the Cylon's opinion on. That's like half the reason they're out together in the first place. He saves the blue pants for last but looks as casual as he'd been before when he steps out in them, hands loosely in the pockets.
"Definitely doesn't go with the flannel, bro, but I can dig it."
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Date: 2018-03-15 01:40 am (UTC)From:No he isn't, and he clearly knows it. It shows in the way he grins like a kid being caught somewhere they shouldn't be the second Caspar looks at him. He accepts the handful of clothes Caspar holds out for him with a murmured thanks but pauses at the much more colorful blue pants Caspar's holding out.
Does he think Josh won't try them on? He's worn so much awful shit on a bet or dare before. Let's not even get into the time he wore his sister's clothes to school for a bet before they disappeared. He raises both of his eyebrows in an 'are you serious' kind of way but takes the pants without a word of complaint.
He's going to wear every last thing Caspar hands him and he will make it look damn good. Just you wait, Bro.
"To be honest? That was previously my position before I ended up here. Hell most of my gal friends are my height or taller, too. I've only met a couple guys shorter than me and it was all here."
Caspar just so happens to be one of them but Josh doesn't bring it up. Kinda getting the vibe there's a chip on someone's motherboard about it so it's best not to linger on the topic.
"Alright hold down the fort I gotta go shimmy my scrawny butt into a bunch of pants."
He gives Caspar a crooked grin before hurrying off to the dressing room to do just that. Though anything that fits him at all decently he'll come out in between pairs and get the Cylon's opinion on. That's like half the reason they're out together in the first place. He saves the blue pants for last but looks as casual as he'd been before when he steps out in them, hands loosely in the pockets.
"Definitely doesn't go with the flannel, bro, but I can dig it."