[ He doesn't look back once that is done and instead speeds up to get to the back. He saw a few items in the back before, mostly because there weren't quite as many for guys--at least not until he joined anyway. A few more had been added since.
The chain mail is actually just made of plastic, but it'll do for this kind of purpose. He tugs off the jacket he's wearing first, using the hanger (for once) and then pulling off the shirt to put them on the rack together. It's only been worn today, so it can handle one more day before being washed. He pulls on a light shirt first, much like the ones he wore before coming here but in white. He tugs on the chain mail next.
It's a long process until he has most of the parts, and it's awkward because he knows how easily this would snap. Gwen would be mortified at armor being copied like this, he's sure.
The final touch, however, is the cloak. It takes concentration, but considering it was the wrong colour and didn't have the crest of Camelot, he changes it with magic, pulling it on after. He digs around for a crown, pulling on a belt and a fake sword soon after. Finally--it's all complete.
When he looks in the mirror it looks weird, but that's because he knows what it should look like.
When he walks out his right arm rests on the hilt of the sword, the left swinging freely at his side. He mimics how Arthur walks, all confident and a little arrogant, actually. ]
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The chain mail is actually just made of plastic, but it'll do for this kind of purpose. He tugs off the jacket he's wearing first, using the hanger (for once) and then pulling off the shirt to put them on the rack together. It's only been worn today, so it can handle one more day before being washed. He pulls on a light shirt first, much like the ones he wore before coming here but in white. He tugs on the chain mail next.
It's a long process until he has most of the parts, and it's awkward because he knows how easily this would snap. Gwen would be mortified at armor being copied like this, he's sure.
The final touch, however, is the cloak. It takes concentration, but considering it was the wrong colour and didn't have the crest of Camelot, he changes it with magic, pulling it on after. He digs around for a crown, pulling on a belt and a fake sword soon after. Finally--it's all complete.
When he looks in the mirror it looks weird, but that's because he knows what it should look like.
When he walks out his right arm rests on the hilt of the sword, the left swinging freely at his side. He mimics how Arthur walks, all confident and a little arrogant, actually. ]