[ He just... let it grow. Of course sleeping most of three decades probably contributed to this factor.
Some of it is falling forward to cover his features but that's probably to be expected without the wrap to hold it back. ...Right?
Still it's strange indeed how different it seems right now, compared to when he offered his cloak as a blanket. He didn't seem as stripped bare then. And that's likely because the place was public and he wasn't about to let someone further into his personal space than he generally ever allowed. ]
Hmph. It's already off.
[ He does appreciate it but even in his discomfort or maybe because of some stubborn pride, he isn't going to reach for it. Vincent instead strides to the kitchen table, where a simple backed chair is grabbed and dragged over to an open space. It will be low enough to let Aerith comfortably work. The former Turk sits. ]
My looks can't be that bad, can they?
[ Dry in tone, almost amused. Well... one might suspect he knows his appearance is not bad. The uncanny pallor and his eyes aside, there's nothing at all to suggest that he's less than human nor what he suffered in becoming what he is now. ]
Besides, there's always the wine.
[ Which he isn't going for, but at least now Aerith won't need to be wondering if it would be bad form to suggest it. ]
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Some of it is falling forward to cover his features but that's probably to be expected without the wrap to hold it back. ...Right?
Still it's strange indeed how different it seems right now, compared to when he offered his cloak as a blanket. He didn't seem as stripped bare then. And that's likely because the place was public and he wasn't about to let someone further into his personal space than he generally ever allowed. ]
Hmph. It's already off.
[ He does appreciate it but even in his discomfort or maybe because of some stubborn pride, he isn't going to reach for it. Vincent instead strides to the kitchen table, where a simple backed chair is grabbed and dragged over to an open space. It will be low enough to let Aerith comfortably work. The former Turk sits. ]
My looks can't be that bad, can they?
[ Dry in tone, almost amused. Well... one might suspect he knows his appearance is not bad. The uncanny pallor and his eyes aside, there's nothing at all to suggest that he's less than human nor what he suffered in becoming what he is now. ]
Besides, there's always the wine.
[ Which he isn't going for, but at least now Aerith won't need to be wondering if it would be bad form to suggest it. ]