[ Her sentiment about their clothing is a shared one. It was only until recently that he'd convinced the mages that saw to their clothing that he wanted things that were a little more...practical than fine.
He'd never had a taste for finer things, content to wear whatever it was that was on hand. There was also never a need for him to own nicer clothing when most of the time it ended up dirty or torn.
Her initial phrasing doesn't go where he thinks it would so he puts it up to just how she phrases things. ]
If I sleep mumble you can tell me. I'm Alyx. Nice to meet you.
[ Shrugging his cloak off he makes his way towards his wardrobe. ]
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He'd never had a taste for finer things, content to wear whatever it was that was on hand. There was also never a need for him to own nicer clothing when most of the time it ended up dirty or torn.
Her initial phrasing doesn't go where he thinks it would so he puts it up to just how she phrases things. ]
If I sleep mumble you can tell me. I'm Alyx. Nice to meet you.
[ Shrugging his cloak off he makes his way towards his wardrobe. ]
Is this world different from yours?