The laughter cuts off when the world goes dark. Pheres splutters with protest, interrupted mid-laugh, and he flails to get his face free.
When he manages, he's holding a cloth suncloak in his hands. He blinks at it, and then looks up. OA is there, pocketing his phone, and oh, right, they were coming out, weren't they?
He had been worried about them earlier. Offending them? He can't remember why - he didn't want them to leave him, probably, but it feels like there was a better explanation than just that.
Oh, well. He'll remember.
He shrugs on the cloak, tying it up tight. It's a little too large, but greenbloods don't tend that much bigger, and it's easy enough to roll up the sleeves. It's cheap and mass-produced, and he's grateful for it: the fact the hood is meant to accomodate even girthy bluebloods is the only reason he gets it up and around his horns and hair, and once it's up, it's easy to tie the horn straps to keep it in place.
OA is looking at him. "Thank you," he says, polite. (They stole his phone! Rude.) "Haah, ah. Shall we go?"
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When he manages, he's holding a cloth suncloak in his hands. He blinks at it, and then looks up. OA is there, pocketing his phone, and oh, right, they were coming out, weren't they?
He had been worried about them earlier. Offending them? He can't remember why - he didn't want them to leave him, probably, but it feels like there was a better explanation than just that.
Oh, well. He'll remember.
He shrugs on the cloak, tying it up tight. It's a little too large, but greenbloods don't tend that much bigger, and it's easy enough to roll up the sleeves. It's cheap and mass-produced, and he's grateful for it: the fact the hood is meant to accomodate even girthy bluebloods is the only reason he gets it up and around his horns and hair, and once it's up, it's easy to tie the horn straps to keep it in place.
OA is looking at him. "Thank you," he says, polite. (They stole his phone! Rude.) "Haah, ah. Shall we go?"