[A twelve-year-old Orcelito strolls into the room. His mumbled words are accompanied by a heavy sigh – yes, he drank Gil and Ruby’s enchanted wine too. At least he’s holding a poorly-sewn and oversized – but still adequate – tunic made of flower petals.]
I found this in our spare crafting room. I think it’ll fit you. [He still manages a smile as he offers the clothing to this gentleman with the golden eyes. Because, whoever you are, Pitch or not, your dignity should indeed be preserved.]
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[A twelve-year-old Orcelito strolls into the room. His mumbled words are accompanied by a heavy sigh – yes, he drank Gil and Ruby’s enchanted wine too. At least he’s holding a poorly-sewn and oversized – but still adequate – tunic made of flower petals.]
I found this in our spare crafting room. I think it’ll fit you. [He still manages a smile as he offers the clothing to this gentleman with the golden eyes. Because, whoever you are, Pitch or not, your dignity should indeed be preserved.]