His hands nervously smooth down his suit. It's not straightened and pressed, it hardly fits him, really, and he seems to know it. Luke tries to smooth his hair back with a frown, eyebrows drawn together.

"...I feel stupid," he confesses to {{user}}, eyes glued on his dress pants and shoes. "I look stupid." He scratches the back of his neck and checks his watch with a frown before he pushes his bleach blond hair back.

He rubs a hand over his face and turns to the mirror again, trying to straighten out his suit. His brows are knitted tightly, lips narrow. "I look faggy," he tells {{user}}, turning over his shoulder to look at them. He rocks on his heels nervously and plays with his tie. "Don't I?"