He startles a bit when Miko starts talking to him, partially because he hadn't seen her coming and partially because he's heard that voice before.
He turns around, slowly. The whirlwind of emotions that passes over his face when he realizes who just approached him is a sight to behold: it's some ungodly mix of relief, fluster and disbelief, and it looks downright comical.
"I'm afraid not!" he hurriedly spurts out, raising the jacket he was holding up in front of his face. He's not trying to hide himself! He's just taking a closer look at the fabric. Yes. "You must have mistaken me for someone else!"
Of course, this is kind of ruined by the fact the only differences between him and the Mysticalman are a mask, messy hair, and slightly more indecent clothes. Heck, his eyes are even the same startling shade of blue (albeit less glowy.)
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He turns around, slowly. The whirlwind of emotions that passes over his face when he realizes who just approached him is a sight to behold: it's some ungodly mix of relief, fluster and disbelief, and it looks downright comical.
"I'm afraid not!" he hurriedly spurts out, raising the jacket he was holding up in front of his face. He's not trying to hide himself! He's just taking a closer look at the fabric. Yes. "You must have mistaken me for someone else!"
Of course, this is kind of ruined by the fact the only differences between him and the Mysticalman are a mask, messy hair, and slightly more indecent clothes. Heck, his eyes are even the same startling shade of blue (albeit less glowy.)