"Yeah, for sure. We can talk on the way to my place," she confirms with a nod. "And have something to eat when we're there."
The look toward her sword makes her wonder just what the Waker he met explained about this place, and what they forgot to mention. She'll definitely have to warn him about the monsters. And that many of the merchants will ask for a vial of blood as payment if you don't have anything to trade.
"I've got a few things going on...and luckily for you, one of them can solve your current wardrobe problem."
That's probably not quite enough warning for what she's about to do, so she gives him a quick explanation. "Not sure if whoever found you on the beach told you, but some people wind up with powers here. One of mine is making stuff exist out of nothing."
Unlikely as it seems, this is a claim she can back up easily. Arms held out akimbo, energy that looks like black and midnight blue glitter appears around both hands. In her left, she produces a pair of blue men's jeans that should fit Robby. In the right, she produces a pair of boxers. They're intentionally terrible looking, but he'll find the fabric is at least comfortable. She's not a complete jerk, after all.
"Now these are totally your thing, right?" she teases as she hands over the boxers, amusement evident both on her face and in her voice. She passes the jeans over afterward.
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The look toward her sword makes her wonder just what the Waker he met explained about this place, and what they forgot to mention. She'll definitely have to warn him about the monsters. And that many of the merchants will ask for a vial of blood as payment if you don't have anything to trade.
"I've got a few things going on...and luckily for you, one of them can solve your current wardrobe problem."
That's probably not quite enough warning for what she's about to do, so she gives him a quick explanation. "Not sure if whoever found you on the beach told you, but some people wind up with powers here. One of mine is making stuff exist out of nothing."
Unlikely as it seems, this is a claim she can back up easily. Arms held out akimbo, energy that looks like black and midnight blue glitter appears around both hands. In her left, she produces a pair of blue men's jeans that should fit Robby. In the right, she produces a pair of boxers. They're intentionally terrible looking, but he'll find the fabric is at least comfortable. She's not a complete jerk, after all.
"Now these are totally your thing, right?" she teases as she hands over the boxers, amusement evident both on her face and in her voice. She passes the jeans over afterward.