[(Look, it's not like she was going to make the argument that the Founder King is a punk-ass bitch).
Jetshard overcomes the moment of awkwardness quickly enough that she hasn't been polishing her glasses for an additionally awkward period of time, and puts them back on; her usual green-lensed pair, although she's left the loupe in her room for the moment.
She's just going to salve her dignity by pretending that her interest is academic. Convenient that he's physically fit enough that it's easy to identify different muscular structures, then.]
As long as it's not an irritant, I guess.
[At least, she's just going to assume that Izunia has enough sense to avoid dying his clothes with something that's going to melt his skin off.]
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Jetshard overcomes the moment of awkwardness quickly enough that she hasn't been polishing her glasses for an additionally awkward period of time, and puts them back on; her usual green-lensed pair, although she's left the loupe in her room for the moment.
She's just going to salve her dignity by pretending that her interest is academic. Convenient that he's physically fit enough that it's easy to identify different muscular structures, then.]
As long as it's not an irritant, I guess.
[At least, she's just going to assume that Izunia has enough sense to avoid dying his clothes with something that's going to melt his skin off.]