[His jacket? Irritation breaks across Cain's face in a brief expression, smoothed out as he realizes the practicality. The annoyance isn't easily chased away, though, because it still feels like he's taking orders from someone who's dragged him through a hell of an afternoon.]
Tell me yours first. Or I'll just keeping calling you 'asshole'. Hey, maybe you're cool with that.
[It's petty, but he doesn't care, shucking off the sleeves of the jacket meanwhile to reveal bare skin underneath. Normally it's too hot to wear, but the packed crowd of the festival drove in a desire to cover up, lest he cross paths with someone capable of tuning into the empathy link.]
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Tell me yours first. Or I'll just keeping calling you 'asshole'. Hey, maybe you're cool with that.
[It's petty, but he doesn't care, shucking off the sleeves of the jacket meanwhile to reveal bare skin underneath. Normally it's too hot to wear, but the packed crowd of the festival drove in a desire to cover up, lest he cross paths with someone capable of tuning into the empathy link.]