( what is charles doing in a boutique? well, he'd arrived in his x-men uniform, and so he's in desperate need for something normal to wear. except he's now dressed in a flashy orange jumpsuit that's obviously way too big for him. he looks absolutely ridiculous. at the honest commentary, he chuckles good-naturedly, finding equal amusement in his current choice of attire. it's his own fault for having given the boutique owner free rein to pick whatever they like for him. they had seemed truly excited about it which is the only reason why charles had happily acquiesced to being told to put this horrendous outfit on. )

I think perhaps it's the look they were going for considering Halloween's around the corner, but I do think I'd prefer something much more casual. Thank you, darling. ( he smiles, thanking the spirit folk when he's finally handed a blue cardigan, a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. ) Well. ( he turns to look at the woman standing across from him, holding out his clothing for her inspection and critique. the look on his face is simply begging for her to be kind to him. he does want to get out of this jumpsuit asap. ) What do you think? This would be an improvement, I hope? ( it is what he typically wears back home. )

You look stunning, by the way. Red suits you very well. ( he stops himself from telling her all about the origins of her red hair as a way to impress her with his knowledge of gene mutation. that is a rather lame pickup line. he'd certainly been humbled by his encounter with moira. )