The darkness was warm. Although taking the words of a stranger would be foolish, in his current state, Rosso felt that he was not limited in any way or form and was capable of unleashing his strength in any way he saw fit. Rosso chose to believe this little girl.
"These clothes are a bit tight."
"We didn't have time to measure, we just stole something good and clean from the captain's room." She spoke in her childish tone again. The words she spoke also told Rosso some story that he didn't need but still chose to imprint in his head. 'Well, not like I don't have a way.'
Ignoring the captain's comment, Rosso focused on his body, causing it to tremble and contort until it was lean enough for the clothes he had bought.
