You're an idiot an idiot IDIOT IDIOT
"Alright." Warren allowed himself a small smile but couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment.
You fight half-naked at the Grindstone! What's your problem?!
By the time he had removed all of his armor he was standing in front of the most well-protected chair Eorzea had ever seen. He finally turned to face Coatleque and folded his hands in front of himself again.
"...may I sit?" He gestured to the free space on the bed, the only other surface in the room. For some reason, his thoughts turned back to eating soup.
"Alright." Warren allowed himself a small smile but couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment.
You fight half-naked at the Grindstone! What's your problem?!
By the time he had removed all of his armor he was standing in front of the most well-protected chair Eorzea had ever seen. He finally turned to face Coatleque and folded his hands in front of himself again.
"...may I sit?" He gestured to the free space on the bed, the only other surface in the room. For some reason, his thoughts turned back to eating soup.