[ What? No! Of course she doesn't look stupid! If anything, the red and white are a nice compliment to one another too. Though noticing that she was feeling embarrassed, that brief little chuckle of his wasn't gong to persist when she almost seemed...disappointed? Shrugging the coat off her shoulders and folding it up neatly before offering it back to him, he looks confused. ]
Huh? But-
[ "Here. I'm fine without a jacket on, anyway." ]
[ But of course he likes what he's wearing. And...he never complained about it either. Whilst Ragna would usually be stubborn and just shove it right back at her to keep it, he's reflecting on how he reacted in the first place. Was he taking it too far by laughing? By calling out that it felt like he was still shopping for her? It was all meant to be a joke, but she was already resigned and offering it back to him...which admittedly puts a damper on his mood internally. Granted, he doesn't let it show on the surface as he steps forward and gently accepts the jacket back. Taking a moment to stare down at it with a knit brow, he doesn't sigh outloud before he watches Weiss again with calm eyes. The cadence of his voice was equally calm and relaxed. ]
I'll go swap this one out with another one I saw.
[ Same style, just a little shorter. Besides, he wasn't going to be closing this jacket up as he had a penchant for keeping them open. The hell was the point of a trenchcoat or anything close to that in the first place? He wasn't gonna go down to the parking lot at night and barter deals or some skeevy shit. His mind made up, the remainder of their second yet briefer shopping excursion at the Love Dove ends with Ragna buying a whole new wardrobe. His old attire he started the day with is sent back to the Queen Suite, to be neatly folded and laid to rest on his guest bed by the staff at the behest of their Queen of Spades. ]
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[ Yet as Weiss and Ragna's night starts winding down, and they prepare to take another stroll up towards the conservatory amidst the Giant Flemish Rabbits, they haven't even reached the elevator that would take them up towards the higher level when the taller man smoothly strides in beside her— or more specifically, slightly behind her and to her side.
All for the former heiress to feel the weight of a familiar red coat he just bought now comfortably draped over her shoulders.
Why yes. He has been thinking about this part for a while now, if the softer smile reserved for her was telling if she were to look back up his way. ]
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Huh? But-
[ "Here. I'm fine without a jacket on, anyway." ]
[ But of course he likes what he's wearing. And...he never complained about it either. Whilst Ragna would usually be stubborn and just shove it right back at her to keep it, he's reflecting on how he reacted in the first place. Was he taking it too far by laughing? By calling out that it felt like he was still shopping for her? It was all meant to be a joke, but she was already resigned and offering it back to him...which admittedly puts a damper on his mood internally. Granted, he doesn't let it show on the surface as he steps forward and gently accepts the jacket back. Taking a moment to stare down at it with a knit brow, he doesn't sigh outloud before he watches Weiss again with calm eyes. The cadence of his voice was equally calm and relaxed. ]
I'll go swap this one out with another one I saw.
[ Same style, just a little shorter. Besides, he wasn't going to be closing this jacket up as he had a penchant for keeping them open. The hell was the point of a trenchcoat or anything close to that in the first place? He wasn't gonna go down to the parking lot at night and barter deals or some skeevy shit. His mind made up, the remainder of their second yet briefer shopping excursion at the Love Dove ends with Ragna buying a whole new wardrobe. His old attire he started the day with is sent back to the Queen Suite, to be neatly folded and laid to rest on his guest bed by the staff at the behest of their Queen of Spades. ]
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[ Yet as Weiss and Ragna's night starts winding down, and they prepare to take another stroll up towards the conservatory amidst the Giant Flemish Rabbits, they haven't even reached the elevator that would take them up towards the higher level when the taller man smoothly strides in beside her— or more specifically, slightly behind her and to her side.
All for the former heiress to feel the weight of a familiar red coat he just bought now comfortably draped over her shoulders.
Why yes. He has been thinking about this part for a while now, if the softer smile reserved for her was telling if she were to look back up his way. ]
Pretty sure this is how it's supposed to go.
[ With him giving it to her. ]