[Diavolo can't help but softly laugh at the fumbled catch.]
Intimate? This hardly scratches the surface. I have been far more intimate than this with our body... my Doppio.
[Is he going to elaborate? No, he's going to let that hang in the air, for now; whatever dark magic is at play here has seen fit to drag that out, but nothing more. More pressingly: Diavolo is soaked to the bone, and not even the largest towel in all the monastery is enough to make a dent in the dampness, but he can at least try to tackle hair and feathers and fur before he drips everywhere. If the barriers he conjures were not so limited (and not so taxing) he would have deeply considered using one to protect him from the rain as he worked outside. As for the mud dirtying his clothes... there's nothing to be done there until he can get back to the apartment and change.]
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Intimate? This hardly scratches the surface. I have been far more intimate than this with our body... my Doppio.
[Is he going to elaborate? No, he's going to let that hang in the air, for now; whatever dark magic is at play here has seen fit to drag that out, but nothing more. More pressingly: Diavolo is soaked to the bone, and not even the largest towel in all the monastery is enough to make a dent in the dampness, but he can at least try to tackle hair and feathers and fur before he drips everywhere. If the barriers he conjures were not so limited (and not so taxing) he would have deeply considered using one to protect him from the rain as he worked outside. As for the mud dirtying his clothes... there's nothing to be done there until he can get back to the apartment and change.]