[He speaks without doubt, rising from the ground. With brief annoyance, he fidgets with his cape, wrestling with it until it decides to right itself and flop back over his shoulder. Stupid, stupid piece of clothing. He contemplates cutting it off before looking back to Mikoto, expression neutral, except that invisible smirk.]
Fainted, huh?
[Lighting up the cigarette and waving the match, he doesn't wait for a response. Clara tells the truth, no matter what. It was against her morals not to.] We should get you checked out then we can get you some new clothes.
[He presses a hand against her back to guide her back towards the buildings, glancing down at the dress again. It was definitely one of Ariadne's–a delicate white sundress, slightly dirtied from the cart. Probably. He frowns at it.] That looks weird on you.
[Too... cute, maybe? His statement earlier had been joking but still held true. She did actually look like a woman. One of noble birth, at that. She'd fit right in standing next to Ariadne at some high-society ball. The thought perturbs him for reasons he can't place. He looks away.]
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[He speaks without doubt, rising from the ground. With brief annoyance, he fidgets with his cape, wrestling with it until it decides to right itself and flop back over his shoulder. Stupid, stupid piece of clothing. He contemplates cutting it off before looking back to Mikoto, expression neutral, except that invisible smirk.]
Fainted, huh?
[Lighting up the cigarette and waving the match, he doesn't wait for a response. Clara tells the truth, no matter what. It was against her morals not to.] We should get you checked out then we can get you some new clothes.
[He presses a hand against her back to guide her back towards the buildings, glancing down at the dress again. It was definitely one of Ariadne's–a delicate white sundress, slightly dirtied from the cart. Probably. He frowns at it.] That looks weird on you.
[Too... cute, maybe? His statement earlier had been joking but still held true. She did actually look like a woman. One of noble birth, at that. She'd fit right in standing next to Ariadne at some high-society ball. The thought perturbs him for reasons he can't place. He looks away.]