Ichimatsu regrets asking the moment it's out in the open, and seeing that flash of hesitance only compounds it. He quickly opens his mouth to start backpedaling -- but to his surprise, Mickey beats him to the punch by offering the hat out, no problem.
His eyes flicker to the brim, reading those four names. Then he glances away and starts tugging on the hem of his hoodie.
"... you sure you're okay with this? Even though it's me..."
Fair's fair though, so he pulls his arms through his sleeves and slides the hoodie off in one quick motion, folding it into one arm. He's got on nothing underneath except a black t-shirt that shows off that he's somehow managed to maintain his paleness during his stay here; without hesitation, he offers the hoodie forward with one hand as the other one carefully lifts Mickey's hat out of his.
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His eyes flicker to the brim, reading those four names. Then he glances away and starts tugging on the hem of his hoodie.
"... you sure you're okay with this? Even though it's me..."
Fair's fair though, so he pulls his arms through his sleeves and slides the hoodie off in one quick motion, folding it into one arm. He's got on nothing underneath except a black t-shirt that shows off that he's somehow managed to maintain his paleness during his stay here; without hesitation, he offers the hoodie forward with one hand as the other one carefully lifts Mickey's hat out of his.