[Gundam looks at the compact and then Kaede.] Ah. [Gundam yanks his scarf up, but it's so heavy from getting wet it slides down of it's own volition.]
T-thanks.
[Gundam frowns. His hair's too wet for it hold out of his face, his make up is running all over and even the dark mark of the devil over his eye is rubbing away at the edges. Although even this disheveled look is slightly more interesting than how he wakes up every morning. So there is an interesting narrative to this aesthetic...
Gundam wipes at his face gingerly, trying to touch up what washed away and preserve what's sort of hanging on there.]
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T-thanks.
[Gundam frowns. His hair's too wet for it hold out of his face, his make up is running all over and even the dark mark of the devil over his eye is rubbing away at the edges. Although even this disheveled look is slightly more interesting than how he wakes up every morning. So there is an interesting narrative to this aesthetic...
Gundam wipes at his face gingerly, trying to touch up what washed away and preserve what's sort of hanging on there.]