[He's equally uncomfortable with all of this, because... well. Never mind he has a sword stuck smack dab in the middle of his hand, but having to swallow his pride and ask random strangers for help... it was mortifying. If he could have yanked it out on his own, he would have, but the hilt refused to budge, no matter how hard he tried.
At the very least, this person seemed to be a Retrospec user... albeit one he didn't recognize, but it was better than a random NPC, anyway. It was hard to miss the awkward look on her face, though, and his cheeks color slightly from his own embarrassment. He already knew this was weird, and seeing it reflected in someone else's face only dug the point in.
Swallowing hard, he can only nod at her question, his voice coming out in a croak.]
Y... Yeah.
[A beat, and then:]
I know it's a weird thing to ask, but I don't-- I don't really know what else to do about it.
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At the very least, this person seemed to be a Retrospec user... albeit one he didn't recognize, but it was better than a random NPC, anyway. It was hard to miss the awkward look on her face, though, and his cheeks color slightly from his own embarrassment. He already knew this was weird, and seeing it reflected in someone else's face only dug the point in.
Swallowing hard, he can only nod at her question, his voice coming out in a croak.]
Y... Yeah.
[A beat, and then:]
I know it's a weird thing to ask, but I don't-- I don't really know what else to do about it.