[He might be dejected and off, but, it's still Summoner, and once the armor starts coming off he's just kind of staring, eyes wide, eyebrows furrowed.]
Uh. A-Apron? No. Why ...why would I have an apron?
[Still staring. Yes, mentally agreeing to himself that he likes Darkleer's hair like that. He's reminded of the few times Mindfang used to wear her hair up and it's about the same feeling, but well, on an entirely different sort of person.]
[And haha... no...no armor. He's still pretty built without it, holy hell.]
[He should probably say something perverted right now to ease the tension he's feeling, but he's at a kind of uh... loss for words at the moment.]
Action;
Uh.
[He might be dejected and off, but, it's still Summoner, and once the armor starts coming off he's just kind of staring, eyes wide, eyebrows furrowed.]
Uh. A-Apron? No. Why ...why would I have an apron?
[Still staring. Yes, mentally agreeing to himself that he likes Darkleer's hair like that. He's reminded of the few times Mindfang used to wear her hair up and it's about the same feeling, but well, on an entirely different sort of person.]
[And haha... no...no armor. He's still pretty built without it, holy hell.]
[He should probably say something perverted right now to ease the tension he's feeling, but he's at a kind of uh... loss for words at the moment.]