diamondintherose[Accidental Video]
The compact skitters, clatters across the floor before stopping against a wall. Muffled words come from the armor-clad figure on the bed. From head to toe he is covered in the finest Arthurian armor.
...and it looks like he's quite shocked at awakening in it. The muffled words turn into a startled cry as-
CRASH!!!!
-he lands on the floor beside the bed, rolling around in an undignified pile of metal for a moment before realising what he's wearing. A quick tug and red hair spills from the helmet as George de Sand gasps for breath while tugging it off.]
What madman thought to dress me in this?!
[It takes him a moment to realise the compact is on. He pauses. Stares. And then lunges for it, as best he can in armor, and snaps it off.]
A FEW MINUTES LATER:
[Text]
My apologies for that ignoble display.
That aside, moving around in armor is bad enough without all of this mud. Monsieur Francis, may I request your assistance in acquiring more suitable clothing?
George de Sand