It's been a very long time since Tony let people fuss over him to the level that these three are. It feels a little strange, too, because Thor is sitting right there, watching, with an expression on his face that makes Tony feel a little warm and melty inside. He tries his best to temper himself, though. Otherwise they'll slip into an endless feedback loop of just smiling at one another while people are actually trying to do work.
While he means to focus there's a lot of things going on around him. A lot of interesting things. Lights and tomes and this that and the other thing that he wants to immediately take apart. But he's not here to capture all of Asgard's secrets, only a few. The biggest one being when they first arrived, so he placates himself with that while otherwise trying to keep up with the three concurrent voices while pieces of clothing come and go, shape and shift.
"Oh. Unstoppable?" Tone light and kind because he does very much know exactly how he gets when he's in the thick of something. And that he appreciates, too, the talent and dedication they have for their craft. Because Tony was mostly sure he wasn't going to fit into the style of dress that Asgardian's seem to wear, but there are a few items and ensembles put together that he points out as they go. Reds, golds, and blacks. Colors he's comfortable in, that he knows he wears well.
It slips away from him how many garments he's agreeing to, the whirlwind of the three tailors sweeping him up. Which is also something he appreciates and recognizes eventually for what it is. There's a slightly more regal looking outfit that they slide on by, one with a blueish-grey cape with gold embellishments tying it together that offsets the red long tunic beneath it adorned with small bold buttons and a high collar and Tony has to halt them. Nowhere near his usual fare, he might not ever wear it again unless on world with Thor. But he does look over his shoulder to ask Thor, "What do you think? Too much competition? Too much period?" If not he might walk out of there wearing that one. Good for a first impression while they're going around, maybe? Definitely a call he's deferring to Thor for.
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While he means to focus there's a lot of things going on around him. A lot of interesting things. Lights and tomes and this that and the other thing that he wants to immediately take apart. But he's not here to capture all of Asgard's secrets, only a few. The biggest one being when they first arrived, so he placates himself with that while otherwise trying to keep up with the three concurrent voices while pieces of clothing come and go, shape and shift.
"Oh. Unstoppable?" Tone light and kind because he does very much know exactly how he gets when he's in the thick of something. And that he appreciates, too, the talent and dedication they have for their craft. Because Tony was mostly sure he wasn't going to fit into the style of dress that Asgardian's seem to wear, but there are a few items and ensembles put together that he points out as they go. Reds, golds, and blacks. Colors he's comfortable in, that he knows he wears well.
It slips away from him how many garments he's agreeing to, the whirlwind of the three tailors sweeping him up. Which is also something he appreciates and recognizes eventually for what it is. There's a slightly more regal looking outfit that they slide on by, one with a blueish-grey cape with gold embellishments tying it together that offsets the red long tunic beneath it adorned with small bold buttons and a high collar and Tony has to halt them. Nowhere near his usual fare, he might not ever wear it again unless on world with Thor. But he does look over his shoulder to ask Thor, "What do you think? Too much competition? Too much period?" If not he might walk out of there wearing that one. Good for a first impression while they're going around, maybe? Definitely a call he's deferring to Thor for.