[The pat on the shoulder makes him jump in his spot. Sure, he'd seen him coming, heard him coming, but the sudden touch is a little jarring.
He stays polite, even if he can feel the other Bel's near roiling in indignation inside him.
At the very least, he's thankful for any sort of help.]
Thanks. [He could just call his cloak. Just manifest it around his shoulders and use it to regain some modicum of decency, but honestly? Clothes are a much better option in the long run. ]
... They're not going to be weird clothes, right? [ Like, who can tell, considering this place.
Please, for the love of God that he'd killed with his own two hands let there not be assless chaps on the clothing menu. ]
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He stays polite, even if he can feel the other Bel's near roiling in indignation inside him.
At the very least, he's thankful for any sort of help.]
Thanks. [He could just call his cloak. Just manifest it around his shoulders and use it to regain some modicum of decency, but honestly? Clothes are a much better option in the long run. ]
... They're not going to be weird clothes, right? [ Like, who can tell, considering this place.
Please, for the love of God that he'd killed with his own two hands
let there not be assless chaps on the clothing menu. ]