[Rosinante is still struggling with how large, how masculine this man looks compared to him. His own body has been shaped for a purpose, his looks altered for a goal. But he's looking at a mirror of what he'd look like most likely if he couldn't manipulate cells. Did he really ever look like this? He can't remember at all. And he's dressed so simply too.
Is he really him, from another world?
He doesn't trust him one bit at this point. How can he, when he's so different? But he's still pleased enough to meet him, someone who at least shares some of his goals and traits.
"Just Rosinante. It's good to meet you too."
He stares again, fragile long fingers fumbling a little with the notepad and the parasol. He finally settles with using magic to hold the parasol up and over him, he really isn't able to focus on holding both.
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Is he really him, from another world?
He doesn't trust him one bit at this point. How can he, when he's so different? But he's still pleased enough to meet him, someone who at least shares some of his goals and traits.
"Just Rosinante. It's good to meet you too."
He stares again, fragile long fingers fumbling a little with the notepad and the parasol. He finally settles with using magic to hold the parasol up and over him, he really isn't able to focus on holding both.
"Can I join you?"]