[Barnabas hums with contemplation at Cid's words, but he doesn't argue. The visual of his left testicle being stuck to his leg he could have gone without, but it hardly matters. Silently he follows him, his own quiet agreement, and like Cid, he begins to undress. Taking off his vest, and peeling off his sweat-soaked shirt.
Though, he is not greeted by such a stony surprise as his companion, and so when he glances over to see what the commotion is about, his eyebrows raise in mild surprise.]
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Though, he is not greeted by such a stony surprise as his companion, and so when he glances over to see what the commotion is about, his eyebrows raise in mild surprise.]
Is that... stone?