[ Ben wrinkles his nose when he reads the word 'fringe', looks up at Allison and gives a little shake of his head. He loves his brother, flamboyant character that he is, but Ben just really does not understand Klaus's taste sometimes.

He waits while she types for what seems like forever, and then scrolls through her long message, taking in the details. He does his best to picture the colors she is describing and the cut of clothes - but his brain stops short when he's trying to imagine it on himself. Tentatively, Ben asks: ]

You... think I'd look okay, in that kind of thing?

[ It's... a lot more embarrassing than he'd anticipated even talking about this. All Ben's instincts telling him to just fade into the background, be as un-noticeable as possible, are kicking in. Won't he look like an imposter, if he tries to dress like he's some kind of sophisticated person? Won't it be immediately clear to everyone that he's just in the costume of a regular person, that he doesn't belong...?

Some of that anxiety translates to the movements of Ben's hands, picking at the sleeve of the robe and then coming up to touch the crying face mask, restless. ]

I - could try some stuff out, I guess. I've been doing my best to do that since I came here and all. Try new stuff I never got to, you know. Before.

[ The words are halting and tentative and Ben's half-convinced he's going to regret this and it will be a catastrophe, but... he's budging, a little. ]