Uh. [ The possibility of his armor being poorly-fitted hadn't even occurred to him, to be honest. Fuuta pauses, blinks, looks down at himself for a moment, then looks back to Blade. ] ... sure?
[ Said as he awkwardly straightens up from where he'd been slouching against a nearby boulder (with horrible shrimp posture, as expected of a chronic internet denizen). And then, after a moment's consideration, holds his arms out? Just in case Blade needs to look at the belt down his side keeping his armor plates in place or anything. They're a bit big on him, not that he knows it; apparently the costuming department expected most of their knight actors to be a bit bulkier than him.
And while Fuuta waits for Blade's assessment, he gives the guy another look-over before commenting in as blasé a fashion as he can manage: ]
You're pretty used to this kinda stuff, huh? Since you were looking for a sword before, too ...
[ Fuuta is a poor liar at the best of time. It's obvious he's curious for details. ]
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[ Said as he awkwardly straightens up from where he'd been slouching against a nearby boulder (with horrible shrimp posture, as expected of a chronic internet denizen). And then, after a moment's consideration, holds his arms out? Just in case Blade needs to look at the belt down his side keeping his armor plates in place or anything. They're a bit big on him, not that he knows it; apparently the costuming department expected most of their knight actors to be a bit bulkier than him.
And while Fuuta waits for Blade's assessment, he gives the guy another look-over before commenting in as blasé a fashion as he can manage: ]
You're pretty used to this kinda stuff, huh? Since you were looking for a sword before, too ...
[ Fuuta is a poor liar at the best of time. It's obvious he's curious for details. ]