Embarrassing? Raunchy? [ Oh wait. The most obvious term. ] Stupid?
I mean if you've gotta have shirts with slogans or logos, have at 'er but would it kill them to have one shirt that wasn't slapping a dick or boobs on it?
[ To be fair. There probably(?) is tamer apparel. But Ragna also wasn't about to just start looking desperate digging through and find out whether it exists or not. Yet it's when Weiss puts everything into perspective for how some of the wildcards arrived previously that grants him pause. The incredulous look he gives her isn't directed at her, but at the absurdity of the statement. Although part of him, somehow, still wasn't surprised either. ]
That...wouldn't have boded well for anyone involved if that were me.
[ Half a frown, as he avoids sparing a glance to his right arm. Beneath his dress shirt is a full-length black sleeve. No one needed to see the raw Azure Grimoire underneath. And ever since he got here? It stopped hurting, and any time someone bumped into him or even accidentally touched it, they didn't get woozy either. Bristly and cautious as he may still be about letting people get too close, it's also been getting...harder to. For one reason or another that he's happy to have distractions for in the form of taking a chance on this girl.
Still... ]
Well then. Guess that just means I gotta count my blessings then.
[ He sounds so enthused. Weiss has plenty of time to fiddle and keep her roommate in the know before he's all set! He already knows that he's going to be on edge a little once they're down in the hustle and bustle of the Casino. But...if he can just keep his attention on Weiss to start and focus less on the mindless drones of lustful idiots 'enjoying their stay', he can forget he's in a sex resort for a little while longer.
Be that anchor, Weiss. Just for a little bit. He'll even endure more of your cringe puns to do it.
But at least Ragna sounds better as he even has a relaxed smile on his face. ]
Alright. Let's see how lucky we can get after all.
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I mean if you've gotta have shirts with slogans or logos, have at 'er but would it kill them to have one shirt that wasn't slapping a dick or boobs on it?
[ To be fair. There probably(?) is tamer apparel. But Ragna also wasn't about to just start looking desperate digging through and find out whether it exists or not. Yet it's when Weiss puts everything into perspective for how some of the wildcards arrived previously that grants him pause. The incredulous look he gives her isn't directed at her, but at the absurdity of the statement. Although part of him, somehow, still wasn't surprised either. ]
That...wouldn't have boded well for anyone involved if that were me.
[ Half a frown, as he avoids sparing a glance to his right arm. Beneath his dress shirt is a full-length black sleeve. No one needed to see the raw Azure Grimoire underneath. And ever since he got here? It stopped hurting, and any time someone bumped into him or even accidentally touched it, they didn't get woozy either. Bristly and cautious as he may still be about letting people get too close, it's also been getting...harder to. For one reason or another that he's happy to have distractions for in the form of taking a chance on this girl.
Still... ]
Well then. Guess that just means I gotta count my blessings then.
[ He sounds so enthused. Weiss has plenty of time to fiddle and keep her roommate in the know before he's all set! He already knows that he's going to be on edge a little once they're down in the hustle and bustle of the Casino. But...if he can just keep his attention on Weiss to start and focus less on the mindless drones of lustful idiots 'enjoying their stay', he can forget he's in a sex resort for a little while longer.
Be that anchor, Weiss. Just for a little bit. He'll even endure more of your cringe puns to do it.
But at least Ragna sounds better as he even has a relaxed smile on his face. ]
Alright. Let's see how lucky we can get after all.