[He jolts when Hythlodaeus places flour on his expensive fur-trimmed black coat. Grabbing his wrists and pulling them back as he assesses the "damage" with a grimace.
Ugh, yeah there's no leaving like this, not if he doesn't want to draw attention to himself with these white hand prints. And there's certainly no way he's traversing the cold without it.]
...Fine. But I do not need you powdering me. You do realize how gruelling it is to get this out of the fibers, yes?
[With that, he releases his wrists and makes his way to the table to have a seat. Waving for one of the Yamask to make him a cup of coffee.]
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Ugh, yeah there's no leaving like this, not if he doesn't want to draw attention to himself with these white hand prints. And there's certainly no way he's traversing the cold without it.]
...Fine. But I do not need you powdering me. You do realize how gruelling it is to get this out of the fibers, yes?
[With that, he releases his wrists and makes his way to the table to have a seat. Waving for one of the Yamask to make him a cup of coffee.]