[And it’s about there that Yarne finally realizes there’s no getting out of this. He shivers once, his entire body ridding itself of some tension as he resigns himself to his fate with a heavy sigh, a sigh that’s way too loud like usual. Maybe that will be easier. If he just gives in and agrees to all of the terms, they’ll get out sooner. And maybe this time they can keep his old armor so he can change clothes before going into town. The last time Yarne had found new armor in a dungeon, he’d been told to leave his old armor behind so his speed stat wouldn’t suffer, and the curse on the new armor made his life hell all the way back to town.]

It doesn’t have to be a trap! I’m just saying it looks like one! [Yarne is so exasperated even though he’s clearly about to give in. He doesn’t think Scarface would wear it in a heartbeat, no, though he’d definitely fill out something like that nicely. Yarne doesn’t have to have a crush on his partner to realize that fact.

He practically jumps at the hand on his shoulder, flinching (sorry, Scarface, it’s not you, it’s how he always reacts) before realizing that there’s a hand really close to his neck. He can’t say the words fast enough.] I’ll wear it, okay?! If it’ll make you happy, I’ll do it, just...no throwing away the old armor when we’re done, alright? Please? Not like last time?

[Maybe begging will help. Yeah, that should work. He’s resigning himself to more fighting now, though he still feels uneasy about something. Maybe it’s his animalistic instincts or maybe it’s that Scarface is terrifying, but he doesn’t feel like that’s all there is to it.]

Let’s just go and find some monsters already. The sooner we fight, the sooner we can get out. ...Right?