[ No backplate. Next to Allen's jacket hangs his combat vest, metal wrist guards, and utility belt leaving him in his hero outfit and snow boots. Normally, he'd bathe before dinner, and dress in a yukata or sweats. During the day, he'd wear proper clothes, though not as meticulous with his outfit as Allen, he can put himself together quite nicely when he cares to.
Tonight, he ran late picking up the papers along with dinner, so he's in uniform still. If Allen means to remove it, he'll have to undo the metal clasp around his throat that houses a temperature sensor. He'll find the zipper a little stiff, made of high-grade material it's meant to stay in place during combat. It's a different experience than slipping a button between a stitched slit one-handed, a lot less smoother.
The last button get lost in the bunched material at his hips, and Shouto has to pull his mouth away from Allen's collar to find it. Looking down, he inadvertently gives Allen the perfect opening. Slow and meticulous, he finds the stray hidden in the folds of his waist coat, and slips off the last hold out with every intention of capturing his mouth in a kiss afterwards when those words are breathed in his ear.
He shivers, shoulder jerking slightly as the feeling travels down his back. Chest? Another question, but this time, he's not fooled by it. He looks up, teal and grey catching his eyes. ]
Chest.
[ He confirms, and capturing the waistcoat from the ends to lift it up over his head. ]
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Tonight, he ran late picking up the papers along with dinner, so he's in uniform still. If Allen means to remove it, he'll have to undo the metal clasp around his throat that houses a temperature sensor. He'll find the zipper a little stiff, made of high-grade material it's meant to stay in place during combat. It's a different experience than slipping a button between a stitched slit one-handed, a lot less smoother.
The last button get lost in the bunched material at his hips, and Shouto has to pull his mouth away from Allen's collar to find it. Looking down, he inadvertently gives Allen the perfect opening. Slow and meticulous, he finds the stray hidden in the folds of his waist coat, and slips off the last hold out with every intention of capturing his mouth in a kiss afterwards when those words are breathed in his ear.
He shivers, shoulder jerking slightly as the feeling travels down his back. Chest? Another question, but this time, he's not fooled by it. He looks up, teal and grey catching his eyes. ]
Chest.
[ He confirms, and capturing the waistcoat from the ends to lift it up over his head. ]