"Umm... embarrassing, yes... I am," he muttered, trying to keep a straight face. After all, who wouldn't be flustered after having their underwear robbed by some woman?
He looked at her with a flat expression.
"Alright, give it back." Razeal extended his hand.
Not that the underwear was particularly important. He had a literal system that provided an endless supply of clothes... although, unfortunately, all of them were villain-themed outfits. Dark, edgy, black nothing normal or neutral.
So, if he had plenty of replacements, why was he still bothered?
Simple. Who in their right mind could stay calm knowing someone stole their underwear? Who knew what they might do with it?
That alone made Razeal very uncomfortable.
