[Part of the credit goes to Rosen for never skipping the metaphorical leg day, and the rest goes to the old gods, specifically. In any case, Rosen has little to complain about. He looks great in this outfit, even if it is a bit drafty. However, he may never get used to wearing a habit. He's not usually a hat wearer, you see.]
Magic, eh? [Rosen couldn't help but watch as the pale-skinned fellow starts to morph before his eyes.] You're the first I've met who can shapeshift like a changeling.
[It's impressive, especially given the guy's ability to change his appearance at any moment. Rosen smiles as the handsome man suddenly dresses up to match his holy but sinful attire.]
Amen~! [He laughs. Rosen is actually starting to have fun.] This is the kind of worship I can get into.
No magic here. I'm what's called a mutant, which means I was born with it. But if you want my name, call me Morph.
[Of course, that meant that Morph could simply make themself as leggy as they wanted to be, but they didn't want to give Rosen an excuse to take the costume off. No, Morph was going to enjoy the sight as long as they could. And as long as they could keep the plausible deniability going, it would hopefully be for a nice long while.]
So what d'you say, huh? Ready to hit the carnival? As much as I was digging the alien astronaut look, I don't mind wearing this for a while. Stick with me and yours will look deliberate, instead of like the carnival workers decided to dress you up for fun.
[Which was probably a lot closer to the truth there.]
[If shapeshifting isn't considered magic, what is it? That's the question on Rosen's mind as he considers what the handsome mutant said. However, it makes sense to worry about the minor details right now. He needs to figure out how to get his clothes back before the evening ends.]
Then maybe you're just born with it, eh? [He gives his new friend a playful wink as he introduces himself.] Well met, Morph. I'm Rosenkrantz but feel free to call me "Rosen".
[While he didn't have any plans on attending the carnival, Rosen couldn't possibly decline now. Not when he has a handsome guy by his side.]
Yeah, I'm as prepared as I could ever be. I'm just glad I got you to play along. It would have seemed strange otherwise.
Great! 'Cause that name's a bit of a mouthful, no offense.
[Morph gives him a little grin in response, downright thrilled that their encouragement had worked. Or maybe it's just that it's not as embarrassing to wear this stuff in public if it seems like it's on purpose. Morph in particular is no stranger to acting silly, but the form they're wearing isn't too far from average, despite their otherwise toned look. On the other hand, Rosen has the looks of a supermodel who does weightlifting on the side, and that was going to make him stand out.]
Hey, I wear a skintight outfit on a daily basis, so this is nothing. But if we get mistaken for strippers, we oughta take the money and run. After you, [they say, opening the flap of the tent and gesturing for Rosen to exit first.]
So what're you in the mood for? Rides, food, checking out the tents?
[Rosen couldn't help but chuckle slightly. To be honest, 'Rosenkrantz' is not even his real name. Luna gave him this nickname when she first summoned him. She claimed it was because he reminded her of the lead singer of an old rock band with the same name. Even so, the name just sort of stuck with him ever since.
Rosen is completely fine with prancing around in a habit and heels. A little bit of encouragement goes a long way for him. After all, he is a deeply vain attention seeker. So this works great, even though it's a little drafty.]
Skintight, eh? Let me guess you're a latex kind of guy? [Yeah, he knows what latex is thanks to Luna. The fashion of the Waking World is pretty bizarre. That's why Rosen probably wouldn't blink an eye if he saw Morph in his usual attire. Although he would probably scoff at the color choices a bit.
Rosen ducks under the tent flap, careful not to accidentally flash his new friend. The tall slit on this black dress is simply criminal. Whoever designed this nun outfit had the "bedroom" in mind.]
Let's grab some food first, then maybe check out the rides. I'm starvin'!
Latex? Just what do you think I'm involved in, huh?
[Seriously, was there even an innocent explanation for a comment like that? Morph is enjoying the sight for sure, but they also keep a respectful amount of space as they follow Rosen out of the tent, hurrying a little to catch up to his longer stride and walk alongside him. Yes, that Rosen looks like he could easily beat someone up was part of the appeal, but Morph wasn't out here trying to antagonize strangers. At least, not on purpose.]
What I wear is a lot closer to spandex. I'm a superhero, that's what the codename is for. It means I get to run around in a colorful outfit and beat up bad guys for a living.
[Luckily, it's not too hard to find where the food stalls are among the other tents and the rides. When Morph spots one, they wave Rosen in that direction.]
C'mon, I can at least promise that the food here is pretty good.
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Magic, eh? [Rosen couldn't help but watch as the pale-skinned fellow starts to morph before his eyes.] You're the first I've met who can shapeshift like a changeling.
[It's impressive, especially given the guy's ability to change his appearance at any moment. Rosen smiles as the handsome man suddenly dresses up to match his holy but sinful attire.]
Amen~! [He laughs. Rosen is actually starting to have fun.] This is the kind of worship I can get into.
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[Of course, that meant that Morph could simply make themself as leggy as they wanted to be, but they didn't want to give Rosen an excuse to take the costume off. No, Morph was going to enjoy the sight as long as they could. And as long as they could keep the plausible deniability going, it would hopefully be for a nice long while.]
So what d'you say, huh? Ready to hit the carnival? As much as I was digging the alien astronaut look, I don't mind wearing this for a while. Stick with me and yours will look deliberate, instead of like the carnival workers decided to dress you up for fun.
[Which was probably a lot closer to the truth there.]
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[If shapeshifting isn't considered magic, what is it? That's the question on Rosen's mind as he considers what the handsome mutant said. However, it makes sense to worry about the minor details right now. He needs to figure out how to get his clothes back before the evening ends.]
Then maybe you're just born with it, eh? [He gives his new friend a playful wink as he introduces himself.] Well met, Morph. I'm Rosenkrantz but feel free to call me "Rosen".
[While he didn't have any plans on attending the carnival, Rosen couldn't possibly decline now. Not when he has a handsome guy by his side.]
Yeah, I'm as prepared as I could ever be. I'm just glad I got you to play along. It would have seemed strange otherwise.
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[Morph gives him a little grin in response, downright thrilled that their encouragement had worked. Or maybe it's just that it's not as embarrassing to wear this stuff in public if it seems like it's on purpose. Morph in particular is no stranger to acting silly, but the form they're wearing isn't too far from average, despite their otherwise toned look. On the other hand, Rosen has the looks of a supermodel who does weightlifting on the side, and that was going to make him stand out.]
Hey, I wear a skintight outfit on a daily basis, so this is nothing. But if we get mistaken for strippers, we oughta take the money and run. After you, [they say, opening the flap of the tent and gesturing for Rosen to exit first.]
So what're you in the mood for? Rides, food, checking out the tents?
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[Rosen couldn't help but chuckle slightly. To be honest, 'Rosenkrantz' is not even his real name. Luna gave him this nickname when she first summoned him. She claimed it was because he reminded her of the lead singer of an old rock band with the same name. Even so, the name just sort of stuck with him ever since.
Rosen is completely fine with prancing around in a habit and heels. A little bit of encouragement goes a long way for him. After all, he is a deeply vain attention seeker. So this works great, even though it's a little drafty.]
Skintight, eh? Let me guess you're a latex kind of guy? [Yeah, he knows what latex is thanks to Luna. The fashion of the Waking World is pretty bizarre. That's why Rosen probably wouldn't blink an eye if he saw Morph in his usual attire. Although he would probably scoff at the color choices a bit.
Rosen ducks under the tent flap, careful not to accidentally flash his new friend. The tall slit on this black dress is simply criminal. Whoever designed this nun outfit had the "bedroom" in mind.]
Let's grab some food first, then maybe check out the rides. I'm starvin'!
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[Seriously, was there even an innocent explanation for a comment like that? Morph is enjoying the sight for sure, but they also keep a respectful amount of space as they follow Rosen out of the tent, hurrying a little to catch up to his longer stride and walk alongside him. Yes, that Rosen looks like he could easily beat someone up was part of the appeal, but Morph wasn't out here trying to antagonize strangers. At least, not on purpose.]
What I wear is a lot closer to spandex. I'm a superhero, that's what the codename is for. It means I get to run around in a colorful outfit and beat up bad guys for a living.
[Luckily, it's not too hard to find where the food stalls are among the other tents and the rides. When Morph spots one, they wave Rosen in that direction.]
C'mon, I can at least promise that the food here is pretty good.