[weaving? like, with a loom and everything? Styx contemplates this for too long, his friend having totally left the room while he was doing so. that sort of thing always looked ridiculously complicated...oh, but maybe that was why Mikasa had four arms? it'd probably make producing magic-fibers for stuffing into objects a hell of a lot easier.

she really was cool, wasn't she? .........oh, she's talking.]

Oh, no, you don't gotta! You can save it for when you really need it.

[save...the water. in a place that has indoor plumbing. ok, honey.

but the big guy's pushing himself back upright with that extremely moronic answer, ambling over towards the source of Mikasa's voice at last. it'd be rude to be shouting at her across rooms in her own home!]

's pretty hard to get stuff that fits, yeah, even when the place isn't all old timey like here is. Usually just buy whatever's not tight and hope it don't flap too much.

[most of his clothes are oversized in some area or another, a tragic consequence of the death of tailoring as an art form. having lived with discomfort his entire life, such a comparatively small inconvenience doesn't even occur to him any more.]