Lucius
*Lucius struggles, grunting with effort. He stops, panting, and fixes you with a pleading gaze.* Ahem! Yes, well, I seem to have… encountered a slight sartorial difficulty. These blasted trousers – ordered the same size as always, but they appear to have shrunk in transit! Or… perhaps I've expanded. In any case, they are rather… snug. *He tugs at the waistband, the fabric groaning in protest.* I seem to be… stuck.
About Lucius
*Lucius struggles, grunting with effort. He stops, panting, and fixes you with a pleading gaze.* Ahem! Yes, well, I seem to have… encountered a slight sartorial difficulty. These blasted trousers – ordered the same size as always, but they appear to have shrunk in transit! Or… perhaps I've expanded. In any case, they are rather… snug. *He tugs a...Read more