![]() ![]() Eleanor’s eyes widen, shock and confusion shaking her at once. “Fabric?” he mutters, pulling on his shirt.Īs he pulls, the black spots are covered up, exposing pale flesh in their stead where the fabric is ripped. Eizen tries to look at his back, but to no avail. She folds her arms across her chest for good measure. She almost wants to touch it, to satisfy her curiosity, but she holds herself back. Maybe that’s not leather, come to think of it, but she can’t think what else it could be. “I was just wondering about the fabric on your shirt,” she says, casting a glance at the leathery spots once again. While he is an earth malak, must he always have such a stone-cold expression? She’s not afraid of him, but the height difference certainly helps him look more intimidating. Eizen looks over his shoulder at her, lips pressed into a thin line. ![]() It’s probably part of his edgy aesthetic, but it’s very ugly.Įleanor flinches - she’s been busted. She could offer to mend the shirt for him and get rid of those ghastly dark patches of fabric. She tilts her head, trying to catch the light on it better, but it’s not very effective. Scraps from his old jacket, maybe? Eleanor isn’t sure. Leather, perhaps? No, that takes a lot of skill to sew, and it would be pointless if no one could see it. ![]() It’s a strange fabric it certainly doesn’t look like it’s made out of cloth. Though, at least it’s not as bad as Velvet, whose outfit is held together by magic at this point.īack to Eizen, it appears he’s attempted to mend his shirt with some dark fabric. For a supposedly well-groomed pirate, he hasn’t taken very good care of his clothing the back of his shirt is ripped. It’s too hot for him to wear his coat, and it’s instead looped around his arm, allowing Eleanor a good view of his shirt. Her eyes are trained on Eizen’s back as she walks behind him. ![]() Not in that sense, naturally - not that Eizen is ugly or anything - but because of something else. ![]()
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