[This isn't the first time Midare's seen a naked man. It probably won't be the last, either. His gaze doesn't linger on anything in particular - it sweeps across the scene as a whole and takes it all in, and committing the details to memory is what leaves him looking long enough for Zelos to speak up.
He shrugs and brushes some of his own long hair over his shoulder.]
You're gonna have to let go of those bandages if you want me to take over.
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He shrugs and brushes some of his own long hair over his shoulder.]
You're gonna have to let go of those bandages if you want me to take over.