I daresay his Highness will be wearing a t-shirt so we needn-
[Except how can he finish that sentence when Regis is making such a suggestion?!
He whirls to stare at Regis in utter dismay, shocked and scandalized and for a moment too startled to even blush. Then his gaze flicks down to the vest, back up to his King's face, and color floods his face so quickly it makes him a little dizzy, immediately turning so he can't look at Regis.]
R-right... jeans, then? Black denim, yes.
[Nope nope nope nope he's going to go find pants you two can stay here and be whorrible together.]
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[Except how can he finish that sentence when Regis is making such a suggestion?!
He whirls to stare at Regis in utter dismay, shocked and scandalized and for a moment too startled to even blush. Then his gaze flicks down to the vest, back up to his King's face, and color floods his face so quickly it makes him a little dizzy, immediately turning so he can't look at Regis.]
R-right... jeans, then? Black denim, yes.
[Nope nope nope nope he's going to go find pants you two can stay here and be whorrible together.]