I'm not your PR agent, I'm just here to dress you. [ There's a ghost of a smile on Cinna's face, even if Matt can't see it, and he moves to shake his hand, grip firm. He moves his other hand to touch Matt's shoulder, gentle but confident, and lets go only to grab his things and move to the living room. It's old routine by this point, something Cinna draws a strange comfort in as he sets a large box containing his tools on the table, draping the suit he'd chosen carefully across the couch. ]
You would be depriving everyone the chance to see you. [ All of the girls that practically throw themselves onto him--and some men. Cinna's seen it himself, and there's nothing quite like Matt Murdock's slightly embarrassed smile as someone makes obvious passes at him. It's enough to make Cinna envious--or it would, if Cinna's first and only passion were clothes, not love.
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You would be depriving everyone the chance to see you. [ All of the girls that practically throw themselves onto him--and some men. Cinna's seen it himself, and there's nothing quite like Matt Murdock's slightly embarrassed smile as someone makes obvious passes at him. It's enough to make Cinna envious--or it would, if Cinna's first and only passion were clothes, not love.
If he tells himself that enough, it's true. ]