[ Ragna, meanwhile, decides to cross a leg over the other with the space she's given him to slide the larger jacket on. It's a couple sizes big, but the contrast of red on white? It actually looks quite nice on her. Resting a forearm on the table, he gives her a proper look, up and down, really taking her in with an appreciative gaze as she asks what's going to look better on her. He's...not getting that jacket back unless he switches outfits, is he? And even so, if he does find a new outfit to end the date on, he's just going to send his current outfit back up to her suite.
...Then another intrusive thought enters his headspace. How large that jacket looks on her. And the number of times she's worn his Kaka clan-inspired hoodie, practically claiming ownership over it for herself. Or more specifically? The blip of a mental image of Weiss wearing his red jacket.
And only his red jacket. And yet, on the surface, he keeps his composure despite reddening cheeks as he hums in thought for a second. Thankfully he doesn't keep the former heiress in suspense for too long before he comes out with it honestly. ]
Red looks good on you. [ The black would look just as nice, but... ] It'd look even better off of you.
[ And on her floor. A knowing yet little smirk tugs the corner of his mouth, however, leaning back in his seat, proud of himself. ]
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...Then another intrusive thought enters his headspace. How large that jacket looks on her. And the number of times she's worn his Kaka clan-inspired hoodie, practically claiming ownership over it for herself. Or more specifically? The blip of a mental image of Weiss wearing his red jacket.
And only his red jacket. And yet, on the surface, he keeps his composure despite reddening cheeks as he hums in thought for a second. Thankfully he doesn't keep the former heiress in suspense for too long before he comes out with it honestly. ]
Red looks good on you. [ The black would look just as nice, but... ] It'd look even better off of you.
[ And on her floor. A knowing yet little smirk tugs the corner of his mouth, however, leaning back in his seat, proud of himself. ]
I know, I know. Behaving.