[ Instead of answering right away, Svalinn just starts tugging off his gloves- revealing small, old pockmarks of scars on one hand, and a thick brand of some kind of sigil on the other.
The sight of the sigil seems to settle something in him, and he shoves the gloves in his pocket with one hand, and loosening his scarf with the other ]
...I honestly dunno how ta explain, Naoto. 's been one hell of a long year.
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The sight of the sigil seems to settle something in him, and he shoves the gloves in his pocket with one hand, and loosening his scarf with the other ]
...I honestly dunno how ta explain, Naoto. 's been one hell of a long year.