[ OH GOD, IT'S STARTING. Whatever else he might have had to say on the subject of mysterious talking clouds will have to be left to the imagination, because that just pressed his fuss button. ]
This is no good. [ an annoyed sigh. he presses his mouth into a firm line, then begins to take off his jacket. Rather than foisting it on her, though, he holds it up slightly... as if he's trying to guess how big it might be on her. ]
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This is no good. [ an annoyed sigh. he presses his mouth into a firm line, then begins to take off his jacket. Rather than foisting it on her, though, he holds it up slightly... as if he's trying to guess how big it might be on her. ]