It's not worrying so much as it's tasteless. But I suppose it's what's to be expected from a beach theme...
[It's at this point that Vil takes a proper look at the guy he's speaking to, doing a double-take when he realizes the sun literally bounces off his midriff. And arms. And legs. He lowers the sunglasses he procured to look at him without its bluish tint.]
I'd thought you had better luck than me in finding something that would shield against this sunlight, but... Are you a robot? Or a-- [how did Ortho refer to himself now?] --technomantic humanoid?
[He would much prefer more protection than the purple trunks and sheer shirt with a faint palm tree pattern he'd been given, but at least it looked like everyone was getting about the same treatment.]
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[It's at this point that Vil takes a proper look at the guy he's speaking to, doing a double-take when he realizes the sun literally bounces off his midriff. And arms. And legs. He lowers the sunglasses he procured to look at him without its bluish tint.]
I'd thought you had better luck than me in finding something that would shield against this sunlight, but... Are you a robot? Or a-- [how did Ortho refer to himself now?] --technomantic humanoid?
[He would much prefer more protection than the purple trunks and sheer shirt with a faint palm tree pattern he'd been given, but at least it looked like everyone was getting about the same treatment.]