[ The more Nate settles in with his feeling of growing bafflement, the less Stephen needs to act. The chuckle that follows is a genuine one, not that it's particularly easily decipherable from the glamor of a man with some semblance of control over his life and emotional landscape that he's wearing along with his clothes. ]
I'm a magician. [ He leans back, freeing up a hand - ] After a few drinks, my magic has the occasional habit of [ - to reach up and pinch the open collar of his shirt closed between two fingers. ] leaking out all over the place.
[ Thick, dark, button up shirt. His work uniform of choice. If there's ever a need to glow, it's covered. In this context, the extra flourishes keep him content-ready if anybody pops up asking for a trick while he's trying to enjoy his night, though that's a detail he doesn't bother to add.
If he's going to wear anybody as a disguise against his sorrows, it might as well be Doctor Strange, mentalist extraordinaire. ]
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I'm a magician. [ He leans back, freeing up a hand - ] After a few drinks, my magic has the occasional habit of [ - to reach up and pinch the open collar of his shirt closed between two fingers. ] leaking out all over the place.
[ Thick, dark, button up shirt. His work uniform of choice. If there's ever a need to glow, it's covered. In this context, the extra flourishes keep him content-ready if anybody pops up asking for a trick while he's trying to enjoy his night, though that's a detail he doesn't bother to add.
If he's going to wear anybody as a disguise against his sorrows, it might as well be Doctor Strange, mentalist extraordinaire. ]