( another hesitant noise, not quite "um," dumbfounded. ) Okay... ( it wouldn't be the strangest thing about his day.
Armin sets the bottled water aside, then slow, mindful of his arm, works through the layers of his clothes: loosening his tie; unbuttoning his waistcoat; unrolling his sleeves and garters, the material of his shirt too long for his arms, before finally... offering the shirt itself for mending.
unfortunately for the chill in the air, Armin hadn't opted for an undershirt this morning. )
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Armin sets the bottled water aside, then slow, mindful of his arm, works through the layers of his clothes: loosening his tie; unbuttoning his waistcoat; unrolling his sleeves and garters, the material of his shirt too long for his arms, before finally... offering the shirt itself for mending.
unfortunately for the chill in the air, Armin hadn't opted for an undershirt this morning. )