My phone!
Ferris stood up and patted his armor, which was still there despite tearing off his fake face a moment ago.
How do I even take this thing off?
The longer he looked at it, the less sense his armor or rather, his costume—made sense.
Some of the metal plates seemed to float in place without any straps or hinges holding them together. Some of the ornate designs weren't even carved, they were just painted on.
Did Tailoring Swift not think about basic needs? How am I supposed to take a piss in this armor…
Wait, I don't think I want to do that in this form. Ferris reluctantly held back his critic against the tailoring hero.
I already lost my facial makeup, but I still have Alaric's body to hide myself with.
Yes, Ferris could simply hide his face with a cloak, and the disguise would still somewhat work.
So right now, it was either keeping his disguise or contacting the hero.
Screw it.
