[HE WAS STILL GOING TO WORRY, UNFORTUNATELY. But she probably wouldn't be able to get up if she were seriously hurt... so that was somewhat reassuring.]
Right, right. Let me see...
[So he took the outfit.
And he looked at it.
It was... impressive, yes. Genuinely. He couldn't claim otherwise, especially considering it was the work of a 12-year-old. Would Fiddleford like it? Most likely. Hell, Fiddleford could make it look good.
Would Marco wear it? Not in public.]
You did... a wonderful job! [But he smiled regardless, half-disappointed that no part of this was as shiny as the shirt he'd seen in Felfri and half-mortified that he'd been so taken with that in the first place. It was the Mer Brain. It had to be. He knew this.] Did you make this all by yourself?
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Right, right. Let me see...
[So he took the outfit.
And he looked at it.
It was... impressive, yes. Genuinely. He couldn't claim otherwise, especially considering it was the work of a 12-year-old. Would Fiddleford like it? Most likely. Hell, Fiddleford could make it look good.
Would Marco wear it? Not in public.]
You did... a wonderful job! [But he smiled regardless, half-disappointed that no part of this was as shiny as the shirt he'd seen in Felfri and half-mortified that he'd been so taken with that in the first place. It was the Mer Brain. It had to be. He knew this.] Did you make this all by yourself?