[his black undershirt does also have a too deep collar. someone needs to buy him more fashionable clothes. the dark color doesn't help his skin -- making it appear more pale than usual. but there are no sleeves to it and his biceps and forearms are showing, flexing as he tugs it back down over his stomach while she dodges his splashing.
but he can't dodge hers so now his undershirt is dripping too. why the fuck is this his life?]
Would you cut it out?!
[his wardrobe is barren as it is! and that sweater is a hand me down!! it came with some Craft Essence that their Master had summoned. one with an old man and a white beard. a man that Robin knew once before.
the goblet clatters onto the ground as Robin curses down at his shirt, plucking at it with his fingers and making a face. he attempts wringing it out, getting white wine on her floor, but indeed decides to just strip it from his body.
then he wrings it out. much easier that way.]
Me?! You're the one calling me a beast! I told you, it was an accident! Accident! Jeez, now I'm gonna smell like Blackbeard.
[wrong. this fancy wine is too fancy for Blackbeard, but you get the idea.
he's going to smell like an alcoholic pirate. maybe Drake would be the better comparison, then.]
There's no way in hell I'm borrowing anything you might offer, either, so don't try it.
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but he can't dodge hers so now his undershirt is dripping too. why the fuck is this his life?]
Would you cut it out?!
[his wardrobe is barren as it is! and that sweater is a hand me down!! it came with some Craft Essence that their Master had summoned. one with an old man and a white beard. a man that Robin knew once before.
the goblet clatters onto the ground as Robin curses down at his shirt, plucking at it with his fingers and making a face. he attempts wringing it out, getting white wine on her floor, but indeed decides to just strip it from his body.
then he wrings it out. much easier that way.]
Me?! You're the one calling me a beast! I told you, it was an accident! Accident! Jeez, now I'm gonna smell like Blackbeard.
[wrong. this fancy wine is too fancy for Blackbeard, but you get the idea.
he's going to smell like an alcoholic pirate. maybe Drake would be the better comparison, then.]
There's no way in hell I'm borrowing anything you might offer, either, so don't try it.