They just kept bringing him clothes! Which, to be fair, Trunks took with him to the dressing room. Glad when it was indeed a small room, and also that Cassie waited outside. He honestly hadn't been sure if she'd follow or not. Because if she had, she'd have done it just to make him blush, and she does like doing that.
And he was blushing now, damnit. Spying himself in the mirror. A small huff, and he turned, starting to change.
A few different options, coming out each time for approval or opinions; trying hard not to blush each time.
It would be clear that Bulma and Bulla had gotten all the fashion sense in the family. Not that Trunks was as bad as Vegeta, with his always worn armor and spandex. It was more he just...couldn't seem to tell what looked 'well put together' as an outfit.
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Date: 2021-07-20 11:47 pm (UTC)And he was blushing now, damnit. Spying himself in the mirror. A small huff, and he turned, starting to change.
A few different options, coming out each time for approval or opinions; trying hard not to blush each time.
It would be clear that Bulma and Bulla had gotten all the fashion sense in the family. Not that Trunks was as bad as Vegeta, with his always worn armor and spandex. It was more he just...couldn't seem to tell what looked 'well put together' as an outfit.