Oh good, he would've felt like an idiot if it turned out Lyle wasn't in the room after all.
"I suppose it'll do."
Brainy got undressed, undoing his belt and slipping out of his boots and socks, slipping the purple jumpsuit off his body. He'd taken to wearing them with the top unzipped and dangling, his belt holding the bottom half up, with his usual tight uniform top covering his upper body instead. He'd found some with many many useful pockets and liked the option of zipping up and having long sleeves whenever he wanted, given the cold of the Pole. It was something of a throwback to the very useful utilitarian ponchos and body wraps he and Lyle had worn when they were back with the Legion, traveling the multiverse.
The top came off next, revealing the muscular arms of an engineer used to lifting heavy machinery and sometimes holding heavy nano-welding tools. Somehow his uniform always seemed to hide his muscle definition despite being skintight, maybe because the black fabric hid any lines and counters.
He knew Lyle liked his arms and shoulders.
If he undressed slow a little more slowly than usual so Lyle could admire them (and everything else), then at the very least he didn't change his usual routine so it almost looked casual.
The underwear went last as he changed out of his boxers and into a pair of boxer briefs. He didn't really need to change those, he just felt like it.
Then he started to get dressed. When he got to the button-up shirt, he smirked slightly as he stared in the mirror, and in an entirely insincere voice said, "Oh no. My normally dexterous fingers can't seem to work these buttons. Unprecedented. What is the cause of this phenomenon? Whatever will I do without someone to to reach around from behind me and button them up for me?"
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"I suppose it'll do."
Brainy got undressed, undoing his belt and slipping out of his boots and socks, slipping the purple jumpsuit off his body. He'd taken to wearing them with the top unzipped and dangling, his belt holding the bottom half up, with his usual tight uniform top covering his upper body instead. He'd found some with many many useful pockets and liked the option of zipping up and having long sleeves whenever he wanted, given the cold of the Pole. It was something of a throwback to the very useful utilitarian ponchos and body wraps he and Lyle had worn when they were back with the Legion, traveling the multiverse.
The top came off next, revealing the muscular arms of an engineer used to lifting heavy machinery and sometimes holding heavy nano-welding tools. Somehow his uniform always seemed to hide his muscle definition despite being skintight, maybe because the black fabric hid any lines and counters.
He knew Lyle liked his arms and shoulders.
If he undressed slow a little more slowly than usual so Lyle could admire them (and everything else), then at the very least he didn't change his usual routine so it almost looked casual.
The underwear went last as he changed out of his boxers and into a pair of boxer briefs. He didn't really need to change those, he just felt like it.
Then he started to get dressed. When he got to the button-up shirt, he smirked slightly as he stared in the mirror, and in an entirely insincere voice said, "Oh no. My normally dexterous fingers can't seem to work these buttons. Unprecedented. What is the cause of this phenomenon? Whatever will I do without someone to to reach around from behind me and button them up for me?"