Angela turns to place a hand on Melou's head as he brings him through the door in her closet, (which is somewhat more brightly lit than this picture)saying, "Watch your head
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Melou follows her through, ducking his head as he's told, still holding a bottle in each hand (rum and scotch, that'd been a hard choice). It's a bit brighter than the bar, so it takes a minute for his eyes to adjust.
"All right." He says hesitantly. He's really not quite sure what to expect.
She unlocks and opens a drawer near the bottom, taking out a pair of jean shorts, a t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Oh, and socks and underwear, of course. She had to guesstimate practically everything, but most of it should fit.
She takes the bottles out of his hands and puts them on the floor, safely between a pair of combat boots and high-topped sneakers. "And here's that ring--I hope it fits on one of your fingers."
"Can't really wear it out," she says apologetically. "It's not exactly a concealed weapon, but the police generally don't like people wearing swords in public."
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"All right." He says hesitantly. He's really not quite sure what to expect.
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She takes the bottles out of his hands and puts them on the floor, safely between a pair of combat boots and high-topped sneakers. "And here's that ring--I hope it fits on one of your fingers."
It should. Angela's hands are not exactly petite.
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He looks over the clothes - the shirt gets a big grin - and then he starts to change. "No belt for my sword."
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