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“Is that a fucking suit?”
“Shut up,” Shane replies, crossing his arms over his chest as if that’ll hide the suit he’s wearing. “I… I didn’t know what to wear to this sort of thing.”
Ilya throws his head back, leaning against the opposite wall. “Oh my god, Hollander, you look ridiculous.”
Shane should throw something at him, he really should, or maybe he should kick him out of his hotel room, but he doesn’t. He lets Ilya get his giggles out, his rival placing his hands on his knees as if trying to keep himself from collapse. “Are you done yet?”
Another snort leaves Ilya, then he puts his hands on his hips. “Sorry, sorry, I—“ He’s interrupted by more laughter, Ilya’s eyes giving him another once over. “I did not expect you to uh… dress-up?”
Or Shane doesn’t change out of the suit during his first time with Ilya. As told from both of their perspectives.