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"Bah!" Joseph half shouted half gasped as he was knocked to the side by a rather large man in a suit. While kind of annoyed about it, he was honestly more just glad that he had only been pushed out of the way. He'd noticed that the guy seemed to be glaring at him for a little while now, even if he [i]had[/i] been trying to hide it. He'd half expected to just be sucker punched or something.

Then again, maye the only reason that didn't happen was the fact that the guys friends were clearly having a hard time not pissing themselves over his costume, so hey, that was nice!

It didn't stop him from nearly jumping out of his skin when he felt a tap on his shoulder, a whisper-shouted "Jesus!" involuntarily emerging from his throat before he managed to spin around to face whoever had done it.

When he saw who it was however, he calmed down exponentially.

"Oh thank Christ, its Snowgirl..." He said, bringing a hand up to his chest as he leant against the stall and [i]tried[/i] to remember how breathing worked. "I thought you were that guy in the suit coming to beat the crap out of me. Or, you know, one of the assassins finally coming to get me..."

After a few moments, he managed to stand by himself again, and realise why she was saying. 

He also noticed the man accompanying her, who he was pretty hre he recognised as the guy who carried her sister out of Swansong.

"Well, as long as some fat Cuban man doesn't start telling me I'm subhuman garbage while slaughtering his own point for me, I won't have to give it a proper burial. No need to thank me though, anyone else would've done the same."

He actually blushed slightly when she called him a knight in shining armour though. He gave her a coat! He didn't deserve praise of [i]that[/i] level! He was beginning to feel a little shy from it, which left him with only one option.

Awkward attempts at humour.

May god help him...

"Actually, Snowgirl, this is cardboard." He said. "I don't even want to think about how difficult it would be to find the materials for [i]shiny[/i] armour. I had to use ancient pidgeon wizardry and various other forms of homeless magic just to find the boxes and duct tape I needed for [i]this[/i] one, which was difficult enough considering I'm totally [i]not[/i] homeless!"

He turned to Milo, still a little nervous. However, he thought he might've gotten over it.

"Hi, I'm Joseph. You're the guy who got her sister out of the bar, right? I'd say you look like you'd fit the 'knight' bill more than I would!"

Nope, nevermind, he was freaking the hell out.

[i]Keep it inside, you stupid awesome wanderer! Don't let it show on your face! Say something funny and distract them![/i]

"So, judging from your build and the marks on your hands, I'm gonna guess you're an accountant?"

[i]NOOOO! What the hell are you doing?! Let me tell you now, that didn't sound funnier in here![/i]

Feeling a [i]particularly[/i] awkward smile appear on his face, he sighed.

"Alright, I'm just gonna stop with the crappy jokes now." He said, shaking his head. "I'm just a little nervous, because I'm not really very [i]good[/i] at being the center of attention, something my awesome suit seems to have placed me in. The only real reason I even made the damn thing was so people might forget to judge when I raided the free food. So far, I'm pretty sure it's working, but I think I migh actually have preferred the alternative. Turns out being the suavest, most well-dressed guy in the area is kind of a curse. Who knew?"

He shrugged, before reaching for another piece of free food from the stall.

"But yeah, full serious, I'm gonna guess either really muscly baker or some kind of metal worker, right?"