What are you—? [ he honestly has no idea how to react to this. it doesn't even fit well over his armor! probably.
he pulls it right back off and holds it up to owain. ] I do not need your sympathy. I wear thick padding beneath my armor, that alone is more than sufficient to keep me warm in the cold. Minerva and I wouldn't be able to remain in the skies otherwise.
And what will you wear? I won't be the reason... [ stopping so short. so, so short. and gritting his teeth together. ]
Bah! Every moment spent arguing with you is a moment Minerva grows colder. If you won't keep it, let the ground have it. [ he says that but he throws it at owain before turning to leave. to the resort, minerva! ]
[ about a minute later gerome cracks open the door. once he sees who it is, there's the sound of something heavy and metal gently hitting the ground before he opens the door enough for owain to see all of him.
he's, uh, fully dressed and in his armor. and wearing his mask. yeah. ]
What do you want?
Edited (the mask was important) 2018-11-30 16:37 (UTC)
And the other part is important enough to warrant this visit. [ ...
fine. he steps back and opens the door enough for owain to come in. enjoy the very gold, very glittery room. and, yes, his axe is by the door. go figure. also, minervas sleeping on the bed. ]
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