Beginning to slip it on, Benedict pauses-- it's a brief hitch of self-consciousness, but he shoulders past it as he pulls the sleeves over his arms.
"A party," he says evasively, testing how the words feel: it's not like his mother is here to scold him for doing something ridiculous, but her voice lives in his head nonetheless. "For... dressing up."
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Date: 2025-05-01 07:21 pm (UTC)"A party," he says evasively, testing how the words feel: it's not like his mother is here to scold him for doing something ridiculous, but her voice lives in his head nonetheless.
"For... dressing up."