[ Stede doesn't have any hesitation or mistrust - he allows Edward to be in his space, the one that he designed and made to his own personal specification, and he doesn't think for even a moment that Ed would betray that trust. He can wander around, he can sit, he can lie down, he can do whatever he wants and Stede believes that he won't upset the order of things, so to speak.
He bustles around for a moment in the closet, looking at his robes and pausing thoughtfully. He thinks that Ed might suit all of them - any of them, really, would look marvellous against his complexion, and he would look handsome in almost anything that Stede owns.
It also gives him a moment to simply breathe.
Being so close to Edward is strange, and it feels Stede with a strange bubbling sensation in his stomach that he doesn't really want to analyse too much right now. Instead, he focusses on picking out the pink-red robe that he thinks Ed might like best, swallowing back the weird nervousness and stepping outside with it draped fashionably over his arm.
Lifting his head, he offers a smile as he steps close to Ed, holding out the fabric with a small smile. ]
Hm? Do you mean the Shakespeare or the poetry? We could read a little of both, if you wanted. Here -
[ He opens the robe so that Ed can turn and slip into it if he wants. ]
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He bustles around for a moment in the closet, looking at his robes and pausing thoughtfully. He thinks that Ed might suit all of them - any of them, really, would look marvellous against his complexion, and he would look handsome in almost anything that Stede owns.
It also gives him a moment to simply breathe.
Being so close to Edward is strange, and it feels Stede with a strange bubbling sensation in his stomach that he doesn't really want to analyse too much right now. Instead, he focusses on picking out the pink-red robe that he thinks Ed might like best, swallowing back the weird nervousness and stepping outside with it draped fashionably over his arm.
Lifting his head, he offers a smile as he steps close to Ed, holding out the fabric with a small smile. ]
Hm? Do you mean the Shakespeare or the poetry? We could read a little of both, if you wanted. Here -
[ He opens the robe so that Ed can turn and slip into it if he wants. ]