[He says it with an upward curl of the lips, something caught somewhere between amusement and disgust.]
I'm wearing denim.
[Baggy denim at that, the whole ensemble loose and shapeless, a far cry from the tailored sharpness he prefers. But it's distracted small talk, an effort to move his own thoughts aside from the concern that currently plagues him, perhaps, and when his eyes are drawn to her hair by the motion of her hand and he notices the change in colour with an odd twist in his chest, a flicker of some unnameable sinking feeling, he still says nothing of it. Whatever it takes, he supposes, to avoid being caught. To evade the unpleasant fate he imagines waits for them if they were.
His small smile slips away, replaced with something more serious.]
And, well. Who doesn't enjoy a challenge? One way or another, we'll find a way out of here.
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[He says it with an upward curl of the lips, something caught somewhere between amusement and disgust.]
I'm wearing denim.
[Baggy denim at that, the whole ensemble loose and shapeless, a far cry from the tailored sharpness he prefers. But it's distracted small talk, an effort to move his own thoughts aside from the concern that currently plagues him, perhaps, and when his eyes are drawn to her hair by the motion of her hand and he notices the change in colour with an odd twist in his chest, a flicker of some unnameable sinking feeling, he still says nothing of it. Whatever it takes, he supposes, to avoid being caught. To evade the unpleasant fate he imagines waits for them if they were.
His small smile slips away, replaced with something more serious.]
And, well. Who doesn't enjoy a challenge? One way or another, we'll find a way out of here.