G'raha wants to ask what a video game is, because he's simply never heard of such a thing before- he knows of the games at the Gold Saucer, but those are tests of skill on a scale that increases depending on the payout. Looks real but isn't is a lot more helpful, and his expression is thoughtful as he removes the ornate neck piece worn over the robes, holding it in his normal hand rather than the 'blue' one.
He gives pause for just a moment-- he'd never disrobed in front of anyone during his time on the First. He'd been a wise, kind, well-respected leader, nearly faceless; it would have endangered his mission to let anyone grow close enough to want to disrobe him. But then he's called a cat, and his ears droop.
"Miqo'te," he corrects gently, glancing just briefly toward the man before he undoes the fastenings that keep the robe on. He shrugs out of the dark, heavy fabric to be left in comfortable capri pants which, thankfully, have pockets-- the neck piece is tucked into one, and he steps out of the pool of fabric to start folding and rolling it up, making it as small as possible. This also makes it plain that most of his torso is seemingly made up of the same crystal, lancing across his chest, most of his neck save for his throat, and down his hip on the same side as his arm.
"I... have not looked this way in some time," he starts, brows furrowing. He can deal with the ugly swell of emotions later, how ugly he feels like this, when he has time alone. "It was a price I paid to stave off the passage of time, to be able to save someone that..." He trails off, firmly closing his eyes. The Warrior of Light had set off for Tuliyollal not half a sun before he'd gone to bed and woken up here. He shakes his head slightly, visage set with determination. "Someone dear to me."
He finishes folding the black fabric, and wraps and tucks the red layer around it, then twists and folds the white layer into straps to keep the bundle tucked against his back. Parts of it could come in handy, thus he wouldn't be leaving it behind, even with the mostly negative memories associated with the garment.
"Ah, but where are my manners. G'raha Tia, at your service," he says with a small bow. "Have you any idea of what we're supposed to be doing in here?"
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He gives pause for just a moment-- he'd never disrobed in front of anyone during his time on the First. He'd been a wise, kind, well-respected leader, nearly faceless; it would have endangered his mission to let anyone grow close enough to want to disrobe him. But then he's called a cat, and his ears droop.
"Miqo'te," he corrects gently, glancing just briefly toward the man before he undoes the fastenings that keep the robe on. He shrugs out of the dark, heavy fabric to be left in comfortable capri pants which, thankfully, have pockets-- the neck piece is tucked into one, and he steps out of the pool of fabric to start folding and rolling it up, making it as small as possible. This also makes it plain that most of his torso is seemingly made up of the same crystal, lancing across his chest, most of his neck save for his throat, and down his hip on the same side as his arm.
"I... have not looked this way in some time," he starts, brows furrowing. He can deal with the ugly swell of emotions later, how ugly he feels like this, when he has time alone. "It was a price I paid to stave off the passage of time, to be able to save someone that..." He trails off, firmly closing his eyes. The Warrior of Light had set off for Tuliyollal not half a sun before he'd gone to bed and woken up here. He shakes his head slightly, visage set with determination. "Someone dear to me."
He finishes folding the black fabric, and wraps and tucks the red layer around it, then twists and folds the white layer into straps to keep the bundle tucked against his back. Parts of it could come in handy, thus he wouldn't be leaving it behind, even with the mostly negative memories associated with the garment.
"Ah, but where are my manners. G'raha Tia, at your service," he says with a small bow. "Have you any idea of what we're supposed to be doing in here?"