@sacredglobe replied to your post.
“You’ve got a bit of dust on your cape.”
“Is there?” Not overly surprising to the former lord, as the large fabric’s end frequently rubbed against ground, detritus, and other organic matter; for such an expensive piece of material, one would think that Romeo would care more ( and it was a piece that had meant something. of what he was to be growing up into, only to fail ). With his hood over his face, he regarded the youthful appearing primal with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, saying, “You would see the dust better than I do, even if I were to take it off. Might you do me a favor and wipe it off, please?”
It’s not often that Romeo willingly ventured close to the other Skyfarers on the Grandcypher -- but he’s still human. While the outskirts of Verona is what he called home these days, in favor of all the help that the Captain brought, basically saving Romeo in the process, he’s gone up and beyond to help every once in a while and attempting to preserve the details that Romeo Montague in all parts is meant to be dead.
Difficult as hell when there’s plenty of curious faces on the flying ship, from young to old, that he’s used to anyone playing tricks on him. No matter -- simply as long as Juliet is not in proximity, on the ship, or even mentioned, it was alright to Romeo. There were plenty of blond, blue-eyed men that they could blend together. “While you’re there, Noa, may you look at the bottom of my cape and see if nothing is trapped underneath there again?”











