[ in contrast to fuuta's discomfort with the weight of the armor he's wearing, blade seems to be at ease. it's been a long time, so long ago it was a different life, but he used to wear armor like this, used to forge weapons that were even heavier than the prop sword he's holding in his right hand. true, the armor he's wearing is a little too light and exposes far too much of his chest and stomach, and the sword is far too flimsy, but even just having a weapon back in his hand is enough to set something within blade at ease.
he glances up toward where the cameras are focused on another character, then looks back toward fuuta. ]
It doesn't fit well. [ that much is obvious—in the style of many a sexy video game lady, blade is wearing pauldrons and a chest plate, but the shirt underneath them is straining at the chest, exposing a deep v of scarred skin. ] Do you want me to check yours?
[ from what blade recalls of the script, which admittedly isn't all of it, he doesn't think they'll be needed on camera for a few minutes, and there may even be a cut in there, which means they probably have time for him to take a look at the fastenings on fuuta's armor. ]
iii.b heh
he glances up toward where the cameras are focused on another character, then looks back toward fuuta. ]
It doesn't fit well. [ that much is obvious—in the style of many a sexy video game lady, blade is wearing pauldrons and a chest plate, but the shirt underneath them is straining at the chest, exposing a deep v of scarred skin. ] Do you want me to check yours?
[ from what blade recalls of the script, which admittedly isn't all of it, he doesn't think they'll be needed on camera for a few minutes, and there may even be a cut in there, which means they probably have time for him to take a look at the fastenings on fuuta's armor. ]