[ he doesn't know what to say to that. it's caught him completely off guard. like a deer in headlights, he makes some sort of breathless noise and looks around before his gaze returns to daan. ]
I... [ he's scratching his nose now. ] Well. [ and, as if very hyperconscious of the fact that anyone could overhear them-- ]
If... there's something you think I'll look good in, then... you can-- [ he's dying here. ] pick it out.
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I... [ he's scratching his nose now. ] Well. [ and, as if very hyperconscious of the fact that anyone could overhear them-- ]
If... there's something you think I'll look good in, then... you can-- [ he's dying here. ] pick it out.