Leading Role 3 // [In Person] // Feeling like a fool again..
[Walking around the Manor first thing in the morning, Balthier was headed to the kitchen. Grab some fruit and toast then take it back to his and Fran's room. Not that he was anti-social, just a habit of his. When you're one off the most wanted men in all of Ivalice you make it a habit for your appearances to be fleeting and few.
He's a little more dressed down than normal shuffling around vaguely half awake. Though he got a badly received shot of adrenaline when he stepped into the light filtering through the blinds. His eyes widened as he watched the patches of clothing the light touched just disappear as though he wasn't wearing anything. Thankfully the blinds were only partially open, so he didn't lose his dignity that much.. yet. Stepping back his shirt's missing patches reform and he cocks a brow.
In a rather less than dignified manner he climbs onto the counter top, avoiding the window as much as possible and then tugs the blind open, letting the sunlight burst in. So.. curiosity killed the Scientist's son.. He hops off the counter and into the sun. It was practically like he'd just magically stripped off. As an Archadian, exposurism wasn't something he was particularly comfortable with, even if he was a fully fledged rebel by their standards (and others). Frankly he didn't like showing off what little of him there was (as proud of it as he was). Being on the run didn't warrant much time to gather the necessary supplies all the time.]
Ah! sh-
[Jumping back he pats at his clothes. They were back.. so.. stepping into sunlight made clothing disappear.]
Good grief...
[So, doing the sensible thing he gets back on the counter to close the blind. No such luck however as he stumbles on the drying board, yanking the blind down with him.]
-- Nngh...damnit..
He's a little more dressed down than normal shuffling around vaguely half awake. Though he got a badly received shot of adrenaline when he stepped into the light filtering through the blinds. His eyes widened as he watched the patches of clothing the light touched just disappear as though he wasn't wearing anything. Thankfully the blinds were only partially open, so he didn't lose his dignity that much.. yet. Stepping back his shirt's missing patches reform and he cocks a brow.
In a rather less than dignified manner he climbs onto the counter top, avoiding the window as much as possible and then tugs the blind open, letting the sunlight burst in. So.. curiosity killed the Scientist's son.. He hops off the counter and into the sun. It was practically like he'd just magically stripped off. As an Archadian, exposurism wasn't something he was particularly comfortable with, even if he was a fully fledged rebel by their standards (and others). Frankly he didn't like showing off what little of him there was (as proud of it as he was). Being on the run didn't warrant much time to gather the necessary supplies all the time.]
Ah! sh-
[Jumping back he pats at his clothes. They were back.. so.. stepping into sunlight made clothing disappear.]
Good grief...
[So, doing the sensible thing he gets back on the counter to close the blind. No such luck however as he stumbles on the drying board, yanking the blind down with him.]
-- Nngh...damnit..