[ Glasses aren't exactly part of his outfit, much less ones as goofy as these, but he adores Iorveth—who let Astarion dress him however he pleased—so he allows the spectacles to slide onto his face. He blinks a few times, the world gone a pleasing pink shade. One can hardly even tell that his eyes are red when he has the tinted glasses on.
There's very little to feel nostalgic about in this world, but there's Iorveth, who is really the only thing in here worth looking at anyway. It's difficult to say if the glasses work, though, because cartoon lovebirds nearly always twitter around his head when he's looking at Iorveth. Who can say if this round of adoration is due to the glasses or his own fondness?
Ah, well— it's worth expressing regardless. ]
You look even more handsome in pink.
[ With a tap to the side of the spectacles. Then, tilting his head so that Iorveth can see his best angle: ]
Well, do I look like a gorgeous and eccentric genius? [ 'Do these glasses make me look smart', essentially. ]
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There's very little to feel nostalgic about in this world, but there's Iorveth, who is really the only thing in here worth looking at anyway. It's difficult to say if the glasses work, though, because cartoon lovebirds nearly always twitter around his head when he's looking at Iorveth. Who can say if this round of adoration is due to the glasses or his own fondness?
Ah, well— it's worth expressing regardless. ]
You look even more handsome in pink.
[ With a tap to the side of the spectacles. Then, tilting his head so that Iorveth can see his best angle: ]
Well, do I look like a gorgeous and eccentric genius? [ 'Do these glasses make me look smart', essentially. ]