[Oh, look at this sweet-faced little angel here! Rosen almost barks out a laugh once he gets a load of this guy's fit. Just what in the fresh hell is wearing?! It's like a balloon or something. A silvery-balloon. It's probably the most ridiculous outfit he has seen yet. The youth around here sure do like their bizarre little fashion, don't they? It’s something he’s noticed as of late.
Nevertheless, Rosen was taking another break from all the fighting by the time Knives comes to visit. He's seated cross-legged in the middle of the arena on a mock throne composed of fire. Yes, that’s no actual chair rather fire he somehow managed to manipulate. It seems Rosen isn’t a one trick pony like some people. He has a vast repertoire of skills at his disposal.
That makes him quite dangerous.]
Me, of course.
[He answers with a playful wink. Say what you will about Rosen but the man is honest to a fault.]
But that’s whole point, my fashionably challenged friend.
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Nevertheless, Rosen was taking another break from all the fighting by the time Knives comes to visit. He's seated cross-legged in the middle of the arena on a mock throne composed of fire. Yes, that’s no actual chair rather fire he somehow managed to manipulate. It seems Rosen isn’t a one trick pony like some people. He has a vast repertoire of skills at his disposal.
That makes him quite dangerous.]
Me, of course.
[He answers with a playful wink. Say what you will about Rosen but the man is honest to a fault.]
But that’s whole point, my fashionably challenged friend.