[ And unceremoniously, Alberto dumps his armful of goodies back on the bed, just as eager to get measured for some reason. He takes a couple steps closer to Jade, standing facing him him with his back straight and his chest puffed out, and splays his arms and legs out dramatically, very stiff and awkward in his assumed pose. He doesn't know how to be measured, he's just... making his whole self accessible here, okay. Overly enthusiastic about so much. ]
Heh, you know, I've never been measured for human clothes before. When I was a kid, Dad always wove my shorts himself— y'know, out of seaweed... But all my human clothes I've just found myself. Here and back home.
[ Sea monsters wear clothes woven out of seaweed where he's from, by the sounds of it...? And only that, as if it's the only obvious option, the way he says it? It's no wonder all his clothes are "found," considering how poorly they all seem to fit him just judging by his outfit today. If he's working from only having seaweed shorts to now having a wardrobe, of course he's floundering...!
And at the end of the day, he's still just a kid on his own, whether or not he considers himself one — which, apparently he does not, just by that little flick, "when I was a kid..." Like that was so long ago, if he's not. But even at the ripe old age of fourteen, he certainly acts like one. ]
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[ And unceremoniously, Alberto dumps his armful of goodies back on the bed, just as eager to get measured for some reason. He takes a couple steps closer to Jade, standing facing him him with his back straight and his chest puffed out, and splays his arms and legs out dramatically, very stiff and awkward in his assumed pose. He doesn't know how to be measured, he's just... making his whole self accessible here, okay. Overly enthusiastic about so much. ]
Heh, you know, I've never been measured for human clothes before. When I was a kid, Dad always wove my shorts himself— y'know, out of seaweed... But all my human clothes I've just found myself. Here and back home.
[ Sea monsters wear clothes woven out of seaweed where he's from, by the sounds of it...? And only that, as if it's the only obvious option, the way he says it? It's no wonder all his clothes are "found," considering how poorly they all seem to fit him just judging by his outfit today. If he's working from only having seaweed shorts to now having a wardrobe, of course he's floundering...!
And at the end of the day, he's still just a kid on his own, whether or not he considers himself one — which, apparently he does not, just by that little flick, "when I was a kid..." Like that was so long ago, if he's not. But even at the ripe old age of fourteen, he certainly acts like one. ]