[Just a soft little sound of wonder, and he takes a moment to circle the illusion of Lycaon to really take everything in. Every little part that he can look at, shameless in the way he looks him over. (Because it's an illusion. Why should he feel any shame checking out an illusion?)]
... So my vision doesn't distort the color of his fur too deeply... Enough so that I'm sorely disappointed, knowing that it's so starkly beautiful without my magic getting in the way - but not too deeply.
[...]
Well - no, there was a moment where he took on the strange green-rainbow color of spilled oil, complete with eyes hidden amongst the tufts of his fur... but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, frankly. I've seen much worse.
[And it's clear Louis is much happier looking at anyone aside from himself, right now. ... Which is different compared to how he usually is, normally so obsessed with himself that he'll stop to stare at his reflection in shop windows.]
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[Just a soft little sound of wonder, and he takes a moment to circle the illusion of Lycaon to really take everything in. Every little part that he can look at, shameless in the way he looks him over.
(Because it's an illusion. Why should he feel any shame checking out an illusion?)]
... So my vision doesn't distort the color of his fur too deeply...
Enough so that I'm sorely disappointed, knowing that it's so starkly beautiful without my magic getting in the way - but not too deeply.
[...]
Well - no, there was a moment where he took on the strange green-rainbow color of spilled oil, complete with eyes hidden amongst the tufts of his fur... but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, frankly.
I've seen much worse.
[And it's clear Louis is much happier looking at anyone aside from himself, right now. ... Which is different compared to how he usually is, normally so obsessed with himself that he'll stop to stare at his reflection in shop windows.]