[Dylas reads Japanese. He's probably European. Look at this tall French asshole with the long blue hair. He, unfortunately, thinks his shirt is the height of humor.
He fidgets a little where he's standing, hooves digging into the carpet and leaving the tiniest mark behind. Shirtless all the time? He covers his face with a hand as he sighs, like he's blushing, but his blood is nasty and gross and doesn't color his face red anymore.
Seriously, if he cuts himself, he has to sleep outside.]
All the time's...a pretty long time.
[Is he allowed to be this happy? He looks at Haru, up and down.]
If you...because it's you...told me not to wear it, I'd do it. It's up to you.
[They could be asked to leave a store. No shirt, no shoes, no service. He might even get weird stares. It makes him uncomfortable in all the right ways.]
i'm supposed to using this account ugh
He fidgets a little where he's standing, hooves digging into the carpet and leaving the tiniest mark behind. Shirtless all the time? He covers his face with a hand as he sighs, like he's blushing, but his blood is nasty and gross and doesn't color his face red anymore.
Seriously, if he cuts himself, he has to sleep outside.]
All the time's...a pretty long time.
[Is he allowed to be this happy? He looks at Haru, up and down.]
If you...because it's you...told me not to wear it, I'd do it. It's up to you.
[They could be asked to leave a store. No shirt, no shoes, no service. He might even get weird stares. It makes him uncomfortable in all the right ways.]