[Toby's egging on isn't helping (or really is, depending on your perspective). The shirt-sniffing is perfect, though, and it almost makes Dorian break.
It takes a bit more teetering and maneuvering, but eventually Dorian manages to unlace his shoe and tug it off with a grin. To make up for the break in the bit, he grips the end of a lace between a pointer finger and thumb, and lets it slip in dramatic increments towards the floor before allowing it to thump onto the ground.]
Shoes, shirts, undergarments... whatever it takes to catch a moment in the spotlight. Flats, perhaps, not making the cut. [Shoe removal is proving a bit clumsy, so rather than stumble over the second one he'll toe the second off as cooperatively as his neatly tied laces will allow.]
What does he do? He's a face-- the face. Where Warhol revolutionized old with a splash of neon new, Tobias redefines muse. [And there goes the pants zipper.]
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It takes a bit more teetering and maneuvering, but eventually Dorian manages to unlace his shoe and tug it off with a grin. To make up for the break in the bit, he grips the end of a lace between a pointer finger and thumb, and lets it slip in dramatic increments towards the floor before allowing it to thump onto the ground.]
Shoes, shirts, undergarments... whatever it takes to catch a moment in the spotlight. Flats, perhaps, not making the cut. [Shoe removal is proving a bit clumsy, so rather than stumble over the second one he'll toe the second off as cooperatively as his neatly tied laces will allow.]
What does he do? He's a face-- the face. Where Warhol revolutionized old with a splash of neon new, Tobias redefines muse. [And there goes the pants zipper.]