[At the very least, he doesn't look as if he's about to flop over. His already naturally hunched over ready-to-attack posture is slightly more slouch-y, is all.
Fenris glares daggers at the jacket. Metaphorically speaking. No spikes are coming out of these big eyes today, thankfully. But it's difficult to tell if that glare is directed at the offer or his situation. Both is always a possibility.]
It doesn't.
[Finally he takes the jacket. He doesn't snatch it like one might expect, looking more as if he's resigning himself to something. Something permanent that he can never turn back from. It's all very dramatic and broody, as his old companions might say.
Slipping it on is...a slight challenge. The spike on his forearm isn't making that easy, scraping against the fabric and threatening to tear it. But it shrunk in size since he stopped angrily refusing and now it's simply a small needle at best. The spikes on his back are another story, but it's on, and Fenris can't help but make a face at the strangeness of this attire. If he didn't have trouble recognizing himself before, he certainly does now.
Also, there's still a faint glow of his markings. So that's a thing.
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Fenris glares daggers at the jacket. Metaphorically speaking. No spikes are coming out of these big eyes today, thankfully. But it's difficult to tell if that glare is directed at the offer or his situation. Both is always a possibility.]
It doesn't.
[Finally he takes the jacket. He doesn't snatch it like one might expect, looking more as if he's resigning himself to something. Something permanent that he can never turn back from. It's all very dramatic and broody, as his old companions might say.
Slipping it on is...a slight challenge. The spike on his forearm isn't making that easy, scraping against the fabric and threatening to tear it. But it shrunk in size since he stopped angrily refusing and now it's simply a small needle at best. The spikes on his back are another story, but it's on, and Fenris can't help but make a face at the strangeness of this attire. If he didn't have trouble recognizing himself before, he certainly does now.
Also, there's still a faint glow of his markings. So that's a thing.
All he can do is sigh.]