@burynot's doorman; dressed. help my muse put on an article of clothing.
pocket hums lowly, upturning the doorman's collar as they pull the tie around to loop it. though it *had been a long time since they'd been to any sort of fancy event, pocket's ability to tie a tie hadn't disappeared.
they feel a bit *nervous being this close to the god ⸺ his height all but eclipses pocket's in the closeness, and they can't help but feel their heart *hiccup the more they work to fix it. once it's done, they instinctively smooth their hand down his chest to smooth the tie in place, humming as they quietly speak into the thick tension, ❝ you know, you look pretty good in a tie. ❞
