[Custom clothing is an idea that doesn't sound half-bad. Much of what Walter wears is closely-tailored, save for his shirt, where the extra length of the sleeves is held in check by sleeve garters. He could use another set or two of gloves, too. It feels strange using his battle set for common tasks, and much as with other areas of his body, Walter has reasons for not being keen to bare his hands for others to see.
It's in the middle of this precise thought that Li Min's generous words offering a non-existent coat reach his ears, taking Walter completely off-guard. His lips part without a sound, quickly shutting after. What does he even say to something like that?
It's far easier to throw his focus into using his magic.
Sure enough, by the time they get to their destination, Walter is already feeling the effects of using his magic over a prolonged period. He feels tired, his mind sluggish even as he forces his steps along at a passably adequate speed. He doesn't interfere with Li Min opening the cellar doors on his own, instead dimly marvelling at yet another benevolent gesture.]
...You're too kind.
[How did he manage to meet such a nice person?
Dropping his arm, the English youth starts the descent into the cellar, his familiar following behind him.]
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It's in the middle of this precise thought that Li Min's generous words offering a non-existent coat reach his ears, taking Walter completely off-guard. His lips part without a sound, quickly shutting after. What does he even say to something like that?
It's far easier to throw his focus into using his magic.
Sure enough, by the time they get to their destination, Walter is already feeling the effects of using his magic over a prolonged period. He feels tired, his mind sluggish even as he forces his steps along at a passably adequate speed. He doesn't interfere with Li Min opening the cellar doors on his own, instead dimly marvelling at yet another benevolent gesture.]
...You're too kind.
[How did he manage to meet such a nice person?
Dropping his arm, the English youth starts the descent into the cellar, his familiar following behind him.]