sechzehn [ video ]

[moarcrusadesplx]

[ there is darkness. rustle, rustle. there is light.

and then the face of the most filthy little brat you have ever seen. I'm not even kidding. At this point, his hair is nearly brown from dirt and god-knows-what. Oh, did I mention? Half his shirt is gone. You will get no explanation. ]

Oh, hey! I found it! Awesome! [ triumphant pose. ] Are you

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[warrior_maid]

Where on earth have you been? And what happened to your shirt?!?

[moarcrusadesplx]

What shirt? [ NO. EXPLANATION. ]

[warrior_maid]

The one that you're missing half of.

[moarcrusadesplx]

Huh? [ ...looking down... ]

Oh. That. I dunno.

[warrior_maid]

[She sighs, giving up.]

Do you have any other clothes?

[moarcrusadesplx]

Well... I traded my cape for beer a while ago...

But I've got pants! That counts, right?!

[warrior_maid]

Pants don't count as a shirt, Gil.

[She silently counts to ten.]

Alright. We'll just have to find you something else to wear.

[moarcrusadesplx]

What?! No way! I don't have anything else to trade!

[warrior_maid]

If I have to tear up some sheets and sew you something, I will. But you can't go around wearing that.

[He's also getting another bath, but she isn't telling him that until he's within arms' reach.]

[moarcrusadesplx]

Why not?

[warrior_maid]

Because it's falling apart. Even if you did keep it on, it won't last much longer.

[moarcrusadesplx]

Then I've got to trade it soon!

[warrior_maid]

Fine. You go do that.

I'll go try to find you something else to wear. I did hear there was a mall, actually....

[moarcrusadesplx]

Hey, Hungary.

[warrior_maid]

...... What?

[moarcrusadesplx]

I'll trade you my pants for beer.