"I can manage," Bull says with a wave of his hand to try and cover the flat note in his voice.
He gathers up all the fabric and follows Pennygood to whatever curtained off area they have to change in. It's not spacious. Bull throws everything to hang over the top of the curtain rod and starts to undress. Not that he has much to take off.
The first outfit is the easiest to put on; the blue shirt has no sleeves, horizontal clasps all the way up the front that he just has to force closed over the expanse of his chest. Tries on a long plum coat along with it, and a tighter pair of pants - maybe a little too tight, he can't imagine living his life in these without tearing them. The colours and embroidered patterns don't match, but constructing a nice outfit isn't his job, he's just gotta show them what the clothes look like, so he comes out and spins for Pennygood and Astarion, feeling like a dick. The next set is equally mismatched but fits a little better, a longer shirt in red and gold.
The third outfit, though, that has a white shirt that goes over the head, and there's a clear, "Aw, crap," growled from behind the curtain as Bull tries to stretch the neckline to wiggle it over his left horn and just gets it stuck on there, stretched and uncomfortable. Qunari even have a saying about this, the equivalent of "getting caught with your pants down".
Astarion, waiting not-so-patiently against the wall, stops his restless (read: bored! Bull is taking so long in there) fidgeting only at the sound of 'aw, crap'. Pennygood hears it, too, and looks vaguely alarmed. "Sir, is everything all right in there?" he asks, obviously more concerned about the state of his product than whether Bull is okay.
"Nothing to worry about, I'm sure—" Astarion says, rudely peeking behind the curtain without even warning Bull or asking if he's decent. Look, Bull's clearly not shy; he walks around with his tits fully out. At the sight of him, shirt caught on those fearsome horns of his, Astarion barks a laugh.
"Gentlemen?" Pennygood asks, clearly growing more worried about his precious clothing. You break it with your giant horns, you buy it is not an official rule here, but he thinks surely it would hold up, right...? "Is there a problem?"
"Nope!" Bull calls back, and then to Astarion, hissed lower, resisting the urge to physically haul him, "Get in here and help me." Asshole.
He's gonna pay for this later but he drops down onto one knee, the other one creaking ominously, since his brace is on the floor with the rest of his shit. Without his pants on the massive spiderweb of white scarring over his left knee speaks of yet another bad old injury. But Astarion is right that he doesn't seem bothered to be caught in nothing but his subligaculum.
The whole thing could be kinda fun under other circumstances, but is mostly annoying right now. He tips his head forward so Astarion can free the shirt without tearing it. Muttering to himself. "Stupid fuckin' shirt necks with no give. Woulda looked great in that one." Big white billowy shirts are basically the formalwear he'd choose for himself, though probably a little too pirate captain for their purposes.
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He gathers up all the fabric and follows Pennygood to whatever curtained off area they have to change in. It's not spacious. Bull throws everything to hang over the top of the curtain rod and starts to undress. Not that he has much to take off.
The first outfit is the easiest to put on; the blue shirt has no sleeves, horizontal clasps all the way up the front that he just has to force closed over the expanse of his chest. Tries on a long plum coat along with it, and a tighter pair of pants - maybe a little too tight, he can't imagine living his life in these without tearing them. The colours and embroidered patterns don't match, but constructing a nice outfit isn't his job, he's just gotta show them what the clothes look like, so he comes out and spins for Pennygood and Astarion, feeling like a dick. The next set is equally mismatched but fits a little better, a longer shirt in red and gold.
The third outfit, though, that has a white shirt that goes over the head, and there's a clear, "Aw, crap," growled from behind the curtain as Bull tries to stretch the neckline to wiggle it over his left horn and just gets it stuck on there, stretched and uncomfortable. Qunari even have a saying about this, the equivalent of "getting caught with your pants down".
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"Nothing to worry about, I'm sure—" Astarion says, rudely peeking behind the curtain without even warning Bull or asking if he's decent. Look, Bull's clearly not shy; he walks around with his tits fully out. At the sight of him, shirt caught on those fearsome horns of his, Astarion barks a laugh.
"Gentlemen?" Pennygood asks, clearly growing more worried about his precious clothing. You break it with your giant horns, you buy it is not an official rule here, but he thinks surely it would hold up, right...? "Is there a problem?"
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He's gonna pay for this later but he drops down onto one knee, the other one creaking ominously, since his brace is on the floor with the rest of his shit. Without his pants on the massive spiderweb of white scarring over his left knee speaks of yet another bad old injury. But Astarion is right that he doesn't seem bothered to be caught in nothing but his subligaculum.
The whole thing could be kinda fun under other circumstances, but is mostly annoying right now. He tips his head forward so Astarion can free the shirt without tearing it. Muttering to himself. "Stupid fuckin' shirt necks with no give. Woulda looked great in that one." Big white billowy shirts are basically the formalwear he'd choose for himself, though probably a little too pirate captain for their purposes.