[Koby is immensely reassured by Astarion’s presence – the languid, calm drawl of his voice, the way he surveys the laid-out clothes with interest, rather than judgement or disapproval. It all conveys I know what I’m doing and I’m not bothered by a bit of it, and it has the tight knit of his shoulders relaxing, somewhat.
The clothes get a frustrated sort of hand-flick, like Koby wants to banish them all from his sight, followed by a forlorn sort of sigh.] Well, I’ve reached the point where I want to burn them all, so I think I’m about…2/3rds of the way through the process. If memory serves.
[There’s a laugh, but it’s more like a sound of despair as Koby shoves his glasses up into the mess of his hair, keeping it out of his face so he can bury it in his hands.] Everything either fits across the chest, but not in the waist or hips, or it fits across the waist and it’s too baggy in the chest. It’s the same problem I’ve had, since–
[Here he stops, peeks out between his fingers at Astarion, sizing him up for a moment.] I have an odd question. About – your world. Have you ever, in your travels, met anyone who…let’s say they grew up a particular way, with a particular name and appearance, but when they were old enough to...control all that, they chose a different name and different appearance? A drastically different one?
[It’s an open-ended question, one that could mean all sorts of things, but Koby errs on the side of caution in this area, whenever possible.]
cw: vague internalized transphobia, probably all through the thread
The clothes get a frustrated sort of hand-flick, like Koby wants to banish them all from his sight, followed by a forlorn sort of sigh.] Well, I’ve reached the point where I want to burn them all, so I think I’m about…2/3rds of the way through the process. If memory serves.
[There’s a laugh, but it’s more like a sound of despair as Koby shoves his glasses up into the mess of his hair, keeping it out of his face so he can bury it in his hands.] Everything either fits across the chest, but not in the waist or hips, or it fits across the waist and it’s too baggy in the chest. It’s the same problem I’ve had, since–
[Here he stops, peeks out between his fingers at Astarion, sizing him up for a moment.] I have an odd question. About – your world. Have you ever, in your travels, met anyone who…let’s say they grew up a particular way, with a particular name and appearance, but when they were old enough to...control all that, they chose a different name and different appearance? A drastically different one?
[It’s an open-ended question, one that could mean all sorts of things, but Koby errs on the side of caution in this area, whenever possible.]