FANCY EXPLOSIONS

[sky_piracy]

Jump off the brig! Now!

{ Balthier himself slides down a rope dangling from an open window out the edge of the burning wreck of a mining scaleship. He runs down across the outer plate and slides, tilting his head to the side to avoid a piece of flying debris as he finds himself free falling for a minute, arms shooting forward to grab a chain that

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Here, Balthier. Have a British-sounding man in a skirt and high-heeled boots.

[sovereign_gale]

I could say the same about you and all of Auldrant.

[looks contemplative]

Although to be fair, Guy's pants are similarly tight.

How lovely! So kind of you.

[sky_piracy]

{ He quirks a brow, eyes languidly darting to his trousers. They weren't that tight... Tight enough to keep sand out and to more than satisfactorily vaunt his pert rump. His eyes settle on those lovely boots before he once again meets the gaze of the stranger. }

And no doubt tight pants are considered peculiar, fellow.

[sovereign_gale]

Actually, I find them rather curious. They seem like such a... constricting item for a healthy man to wear.

[sky_piracy]

They're quite convenient when traipsing across desserts, I shall have you know. Furthermore, leather is quite hardy. I may forego the wash or the needle for a time before dire necessity besets me.

Now tell me, are heels all so fashionable for educated men such as yourself?