"You should probably change first." Matthew decided, taking in the strange combinations of feathers and animal pelts Gilbert wore. The albino was several inches taller than him and more muscular, telling Matthew upfront that none of his own clothes would fit him. "Some of Alfred's clothes will probably do. I doubt he'll even know they're missing."
"What's wrong with what I have on now?" Gilbert was back on the floor, sitting cross-legged and rifling through the hundreds of scrapped pictures that littered the carpet. Each time he found a drawing of himself that he liked, he let out a peculiar purring sound and held it close to his chest before tossing it aside in search for another.
Matthew couldn't help but smile as he watched him, his heart glowing with warmth each time Gilbert showed his approval for his art work. All of this was so surreal; only in his wildest dreams would he believe that one day Gilbert would be here with him. It was just too good to be true! "Humans don't dress li