[ The funny thing about being a British excommunicated Vatican Exorcist from a pseudo-Victorian era is that Allen is actually familiar with hot springs. They had them in the Order. (Albeit gender separated...)
Which is why he's not terribly perplexed or anxious about this one. Other than the fact he's found a place off to himself somewhat (for now). Both because one, liberal that the Order is... girls don't bathe with boys... and two, well...
Maybe secondly because he's covered in enough grayed (grayed??) scars it looks like someone tried to both saw him rather roughly and slowly from stem to stern and stab him through the gut—and mostly succeeded on both accounts. Beyond the general red scar on his face and inhuman, dark red left arm.
And because that's not really something he likes to be a topic of discussion or disturbance, he's sunk down up to his shoulders in the water as much of a polite distance away from the nearest crowd that he can, a towel knotted rather tight around his middle while intent on using another to scrub vigorously at a golden, winged golem that's wiggling about in his grasp like it's torn between squirming away and finding a game in being tickled. His hair's tied back in a messy, half wet ponytail as well he needs a haircut. ]
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[ No. He still hasn't named Timcanpy 2.0 yet. But, with his tongue stuck out a bit in concentration, he's treating his new companion in the selfsame way. He could swear you got aello goo on you too, how....
It's a distraction that helps him feel a little bit less tired at least after the tower.
Maybe a bit less stuck in his head about how it went, too. ]
Allen Walker || OTA
communicatedVatican Exorcist from a pseudo-Victorian era is that Allen is actually familiar with hot springs. They had them in the Order. (Albeit gender separated...)Which is why he's not terribly perplexed or anxious about this one. Other than the fact he's found a place off to himself somewhat (for now). Both because one, liberal that the Order is... girls don't bathe with boys... and two, well...
Maybe secondly because he's covered in enough grayed (grayed??) scars it looks like someone tried to both saw him rather roughly and slowly from stem to stern and stab him through the gut—and mostly succeeded on both accounts. Beyond the general red scar on his face and inhuman, dark red left arm.
And because that's not really something he likes to be a topic of discussion or disturbance, he's sunk down up to his shoulders in the water as much of a polite distance away from the nearest crowd that he can, a towel knotted rather tight around his middle while intent on using another to scrub vigorously at a golden, winged golem that's wiggling about in his grasp like it's torn between squirming away and finding a game in being tickled. His hair's tied back in a messy, half wet ponytail as well
he needs a haircut. ]♪
[ No. He still hasn't named Timcanpy 2.0 yet. But, with his tongue stuck out a bit in concentration, he's treating his new companion in the selfsame way. He could swear you got aello goo on you too, how....
It's a distraction that helps him feel a little bit less tired at least after the tower.
Maybe a bit less stuck in his head about how it went, too. ]