[What a horrifying color, orange. So bright it hurt the eyes and to have it as the shade of his drink, unfortunate. He's at the grand opening of METAMalt and as far as these celebrations go, it's not completely distasteful or below him, and he's yet to speak with anyone so he can't complain about the company. Yet.

He barely reads the warnings, he doesn't have the time, so he doesn't notice that his clothing has begun to alter.

Charlie Hesketh, twenty-two, and so sure of himself, sputters when he catches sight of his reflection in display window glass and sees that he's, not naked exactly, but well on his way. He's staring, confusion marring his expression, but he realizes quickly enough that it's some trick of this place and that he can't let anyone notice that he's caught off guard. Turning to the nearest person, he raises a brow.]

See something you like?

[He places a hand on his hip, comfortable with his body so the fact that his clothes are see through don't bother him so much. It's all for show. Hopefully no one calls him out on it.]

un:hermes
Charlie Hesketh, new arrival.
I'd like a training partner or two.
Preferably someone with expertise or a background in military.
Though that's a bonus not a necessity.
We'll be exercising - jogging, sparring, weaponry, three times a week.
If you're interested, list your qualifications.

[Charlie is available for gen and anything shippy, m or f, and is kind of a snob so beware of that. Lmao. PM or message me at barebone to plot or tag away.]