[SIDON DOESN'T KNOWWW HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT DAHUT'S OUTFIT IS SO FUCKING STUPIDDD WHY IS HE DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLING MY SON JOHN WALKING AROUND WITH TWO DIFFERENT TYPES OF TROUSERS ON. Anyway he's rusting a nice ring around his neck at the moment so he's not opposed to the idea of looking for some new clothing, and will move to bump into Sidon's side as he looks. Hopefully he is not rusting there.]
I haven't really given it much thought! There aren't diverse styles in Arpéchéle, really...
[They're all just vaguely Les Mis with random-ass modern elements.]
sidon is quick for such a large guy, and adjusts to let dahut land against his relatively uninjured arm instead of any rust anyway. he really doesn't like forgoing all physical contact just because of some ouchies. ]
Oh, I see, so you just wear what's available? [ that's why he dresses this way ] I've worn the same accessories since I was a child, so I'm not sure what I ought to pick out.
[HELP. SIDON YOUR ARM. He'll be very careful... Or at least a tiny bit more careful. He's going to get blasted so many times by this effect.]
More or less! We have a little bit of a work uniform, too, so...
[It's the. White lab coat black shirt tan pants combination, just in varying articles of clothing. ANYWAY he'll take a step back to size Sidon's 3 meter fish form up, curious.]
You have so much rust... [SIR.] --Well! I guess that depends on what you want to try out?
[ they're just going to have to pay the price of being cuddly people. at least he understands. he truly does, so they can lean on each other before any rust appears. ]
Don't we all! [ he doesn't sound bothered. THEY ALL DIED they have so much rust ] Hm... I don't know what suits me, really.
[THE PRE-RUST LEAN. At least they will suffer... together. Being two of then only like, three tactile people in this graveyard. Goddamn.]
True, true! [THEIR COLLECTIVE DEATHS. They are all such greaseballs. He cants his head to the side as he examines their biggest fish companion...]
Hm... I agree, I agree! Blue would suit you really well, I think. Like the blue of a beautiful, deep pool of water! Or the bright blue close to shore on a sunny day.
[IT'S TRUE THEIR ROSAMUND IS HERE NOW. ALL THE PET EXTROVERTS, DEAD.]
Do you think I do? [HE'S FLATTERED. He's going to knock Viktor over and take his crown as slam poet king...] I was just describing different blues, really...
[The bar is just on the floor because of his fellow scientists. Anyway is anything here even Sidon-sized. Dahut's just looking for very long articles of clothing...]
Compared to some of the others, I think you've a way with words.
[ this is a compliment even if he's roasting some of the other stems. anyway, there are probably some sidon-sized clothes here and again, but it's mostly stupid apparel. ]
Some of these are so interesting! [ refuses to put any of it on ]
Ehe, thank you! [He's taking this crown and beating all of the other STEM nerds into the dirt. Also this is so sad. Someone get him real clothes, my god.]
Hm... I feel like they're playing a joke on you or something. [He will keep valiantly digging until he finds a Sidon-sized hanten with blue ocean patterns.] Something like this, maybe?
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I haven't really given it much thought! There aren't diverse styles in Arpéchéle, really...
[They're all just vaguely Les Mis with random-ass modern elements.]
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sidon is quick for such a large guy, and adjusts to let dahut land against his relatively uninjured arm instead of any rust anyway. he really doesn't like forgoing all physical contact just because of some ouchies. ]
Oh, I see, so you just wear what's available? [ that's why he dresses this way ] I've worn the same accessories since I was a child, so I'm not sure what I ought to pick out.
[ because he has a lot of rust to cover up. ]
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More or less! We have a little bit of a work uniform, too, so...
[It's the. White lab coat black shirt tan pants combination, just in varying articles of clothing. ANYWAY he'll take a step back to size Sidon's 3 meter fish form up, curious.]
You have so much rust... [SIR.] --Well! I guess that depends on what you want to try out?
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Don't we all! [ he doesn't sound bothered. THEY ALL DIED they have so much rust ] Hm... I don't know what suits me, really.
[ after a moment's thought: ]
Maybe something blue?
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True, true! [THEIR COLLECTIVE DEATHS. They are all such greaseballs. He cants his head to the side as he examines their biggest fish companion...]
Hm... I agree, I agree! Blue would suit you really well, I think. Like the blue of a beautiful, deep pool of water! Or the bright blue close to shore on a sunny day.
[Starts RIFLING THROUGH THESE CLOTHING RACKS.]
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I didn't realize you had a poetic side, Dahut!
[ LOOKS AT VIKTOR AND SCIEN ]
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Do you think I do? [HE'S FLATTERED. He's going to knock Viktor over and take his crown as slam poet king...] I was just describing different blues, really...
[The bar is just on the floor because of his fellow scientists. Anyway is anything here even Sidon-sized. Dahut's just looking for very long articles of clothing...]
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Compared to some of the others, I think you've a way with words.
[ this is a compliment even if he's roasting some of the other stems. anyway, there are probably some sidon-sized clothes here and again, but it's mostly stupid apparel. ]
Some of these are so interesting! [ refuses to put any of it on ]
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Ehe, thank you! [He's taking this crown and beating all of the other STEM nerds into the dirt. Also this is so sad. Someone get him real clothes, my god.]
Hm... I feel like they're playing a joke on you or something. [He will keep valiantly digging until he finds a Sidon-sized hanten with blue ocean patterns.] Something like this, maybe?