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"Don't those clothes break some rules on how to stay alive?"

Alistair wonders quietly next to him, prompting Gabriel to nod in agreement. His eyes still locked onto the painfully-bright-orange weird outfit that Naruto was all too happy to put on the moment she realized it was dry enough already. As if the sun that is glaring blatantly at them is not enough. How is there that shade of orange in the world?

That shouldn't be worn here in the middle of forest. It's too obvious, the enemies would notice that color and come running to kill us, he frowns. Is she really serious?

No wonder the bandits were all killed.

Well, he wouldn't let his group repeats the same mistake.

"Na -"

"You idiot!"

Before he could take any steps towards the girl, who is fumbling with the belt around her torso, the annoyed hiss rings from the wild witch. Not just Alistair and I who think the outfit is a bad idea, then.

"Are you trying to get us all killed? Take off those clothes." Morrigan is obviously trying to calm herself down despite the dark undertone that goes beneath her order. Naruto, though, is not at all clear about what Morrigan said, it seems, because the girl is starting to grin - an unnervingly foxy grin.

The girl makes no moves to touch her orange shirt at all. The girl instead sniggers quietly, and her eyes twinkles, shining with something between mirth and…nostalgic fondness?

"What?" For once, Morrigan looks bewildered. He can't blame her.

"Okay. As much as I think laughing at Morrigan is humorous, I still don't get it. What is funny?" Alistair asks, his voice lowers into a careful hush, while Gabriel's eyebrows furrows lightly because he is getting another headache. "Or is it because Morrigan's outfit isdark?"

The Cousland decides he needs to stop paying attention to what Alistair is musing about before he lets another incredulous expression slips onto his face. The attention goes back to the conversation between the aggravated black hair witch and the blonde.

Naruto is trying to explain something.

"This." She points to her clothes and try to communicate with her hand gestures, her thumb up and her smiles sincere and reassuring. "Good. No bad."

Morrigan doesn't look like she believes it at first. But after a few seconds of staring contest, to his surprise, the witch doesn't say anything more about it. She once again looks the girl from up to toe, and scoffs.

Then she nods.

Alistair splutters.

Gabriel's eyes follow the form of the witch, who is still walking to hide under the sun. He revisits his opinion of the mysterious blonde and changes a few things immediately after the display.

He tries to ignore the perverted thought the springs forward with vigor, her naked form is beautiful. And firm. Oh no, not this. The man refocuses, and blinks. There it is.Fast. Mysterious origin. Possesses an inhuman amount of charm and persuasion technique.

Interesting.