[He acknowledges, his eyes shifting to the rifle briefly, before refocusing back on Jonathan. He doesn't feel alarmed about the weapon still, instead reaching forward to grasp the other man's hand in a firm handshake. Whatever slight awkwardness he felt earlier about him not returning the earlier gesture is definitely gone now.]
Don't worry about it-- although, if it's stained, we could look into getting it cleaned. I didn't even notice that until you mentioned it. [And it definitely looks like an expensive piece of clothing... Scott can imagine him wanting it to be fixed in some way. Although with fur coats, can they be cleaned?? He's not very knowledgeable about this sort of thing, but guess this place is filled with magic that maybe it won't be a problem.]
It is just fine. Certainly a lot more than the orphanage I grew up in.
[ Jonathan replied with ease. He's a far cry from the boy he had been; luck had put him on a good career path. Bad luck had put him on the path that changed his good fortune back to bad. Still, he regretted nothing.
Shaking in return, the smile never wavered before he shook his head. ]
I turned it inside out as much as I could to hide it. It is covered in blood. [ He admitted reaching back to push some of his messy white hair from his face.] My friends and I were in a battle. I tried to catch Mr. Morris as he fell, a mortal wound, you see. It is a terrible mess; I am not sure if it can be saved. It was a gift from one of our party as well.
[ He looked troubled as he explained. Before pushing it down and forcing himself to smile again. ] Almost everyone I have met is from other worlds, so might I ask about you and your world? If we are to live together, we should get to know each other.
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[He acknowledges, his eyes shifting to the rifle briefly, before refocusing back on Jonathan. He doesn't feel alarmed about the weapon still, instead reaching forward to grasp the other man's hand in a firm handshake. Whatever slight awkwardness he felt earlier about him not returning the earlier gesture is definitely gone now.]
Don't worry about it-- although, if it's stained, we could look into getting it cleaned. I didn't even notice that until you mentioned it. [And it definitely looks like an expensive piece of clothing... Scott can imagine him wanting it to be fixed in some way. Although with fur coats, can they be cleaned?? He's not very knowledgeable about this sort of thing, but guess this place is filled with magic that maybe it won't be a problem.]
What is it stained with?
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[ Jonathan replied with ease. He's a far cry from the boy he had been; luck had put him on a good career path. Bad luck had put him on the path that changed his good fortune back to bad. Still, he regretted nothing.
Shaking in return, the smile never wavered before he shook his head. ]
I turned it inside out as much as I could to hide it. It is covered in blood. [ He admitted reaching back to push some of his messy white hair from his face.] My friends and I were in a battle. I tried to catch Mr. Morris as he fell, a mortal wound, you see. It is a terrible mess; I am not sure if it can be saved. It was a gift from one of our party as well.
[ He looked troubled as he explained. Before pushing it down and forcing himself to smile again. ] Almost everyone I have met is from other worlds, so might I ask about you and your world? If we are to live together, we should get to know each other.