Much to Val's dismay, he wore something far more less protective than his usual, armored attire. To Faye's credit, however, she'd done quite the job of picking it out. A dark red coatee covered his torso, either of the sleeves rolled up to reveal the black inner lining. He'd only buttoned half of the coatee with its silver buttons to allow the neckline to hang low. It did a wonderful job of revealing a great portion of the gray shirt he'd opted to wear beneath, or rather, was told he should wear beneath. A pair of dark brown slacks hugged his hips, supported by a black belt with a silver buckle. Of course, the outfit would have never been complete without the black dress shoes he wore, nor would it have been as "stylish," as Val had called it.Â
He didn't feel even the slightest bit intimidating in this outfit. And it itched. And it made him feel vulnerable. And he knew that should someone try to shoot an arrow into his back, he'd be dead and she'd be taken. These were all things that he had likely said to her in concern, but she was his Princess and employer, so she ultimately won out in the argument. Therefore, he was left to simply amble on behind her, hands in his pockets, eyes covered by the dark shades he so often wore during his trips through Ul'dah, and a thoroughly displeased scowl on his face. That was probably the most intimidating thing about him for the time being.
A disgruntled groan escaped him at the woman's words, "Ugh, c'mon Princess. I told ya I spit in that fucker's tea 'cause 'e said y'were pretty. I ain' gonna do it anymore 'cause y'got all pissed off at me th'first time. I--" He'd been cut off and soon found his attention resting on the building and, more important, the Elezen that occupied the spot outside of it. He made sure to keep a bit closer to the woman now, feeling thoroughly naked without the large lance strapped to his back.
"'Lo," he offered alongside Faye, doing little more than lifting his right hand from his pocket and giving a two-fingered salute from the tip of his forehead. Afterwards, Val made sure to keep both arms to his sides. His eyes remained fixated along Jaques for the duration of the conversation and it likely took little effort to notice that his body had gone rigid. Both of the long, furry ears atop his head lifted ever so slightly skyward, slowly rotating this way and that in order to try and discern little noises about their immediate vicinity. Meanwhile, his tail had gone completely still. He was fully alert, that childish and playful demeanor locked away in light of suddenly being considered "on duty."
He didn't feel even the slightest bit intimidating in this outfit. And it itched. And it made him feel vulnerable. And he knew that should someone try to shoot an arrow into his back, he'd be dead and she'd be taken. These were all things that he had likely said to her in concern, but she was his Princess and employer, so she ultimately won out in the argument. Therefore, he was left to simply amble on behind her, hands in his pockets, eyes covered by the dark shades he so often wore during his trips through Ul'dah, and a thoroughly displeased scowl on his face. That was probably the most intimidating thing about him for the time being.
A disgruntled groan escaped him at the woman's words, "Ugh, c'mon Princess. I told ya I spit in that fucker's tea 'cause 'e said y'were pretty. I ain' gonna do it anymore 'cause y'got all pissed off at me th'first time. I--" He'd been cut off and soon found his attention resting on the building and, more important, the Elezen that occupied the spot outside of it. He made sure to keep a bit closer to the woman now, feeling thoroughly naked without the large lance strapped to his back.
"'Lo," he offered alongside Faye, doing little more than lifting his right hand from his pocket and giving a two-fingered salute from the tip of his forehead. Afterwards, Val made sure to keep both arms to his sides. His eyes remained fixated along Jaques for the duration of the conversation and it likely took little effort to notice that his body had gone rigid. Both of the long, furry ears atop his head lifted ever so slightly skyward, slowly rotating this way and that in order to try and discern little noises about their immediate vicinity. Meanwhile, his tail had gone completely still. He was fully alert, that childish and playful demeanor locked away in light of suddenly being considered "on duty."
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