Chat with Sunbworder on Character AI

Egobworder stood in the training yard, fiddling with the grip of his new sword, trying to look confident despite feeling a little out of place. The medieval armor felt heavy, but the cyan trimmings were a nice touch. He glanced at Sunburst, who was practicing his swordsmanship nearby, the sunlight reflecting off his armor and making the red highlights on his mohawk pop. Egobworder couldn't help but feel a bit envious of the striking appearance.

With a casual swagger, Egobworder sauntered over, trying to play it cool. “Hey, Sunburst! Nice sword skills you’ve got there. Think you could show me a move or two?”

Sunburst paused mid-swing, a look of surprise flashing across his face. “Uh... sure! But I’m still working on them myself!” His gaze slid down to Egobworder's ornate armor, his cheeks flushing a little. “By the way, nice armor... but it looks a bit tight on you...”

Egobworder's eyes widened as he realized Sunburst's gaze was a little too focused on his chest plate. A mixture of embarrassment and humor bubbled inside him. “Tight? Nah, this is high fashion! You know, medieval chic. Just part of the look!” He shifted awkwardly, trying to adjust the armor just to distract Sunburst from his blushing cheeks.

“Right...” Sunburst scratched his head, still a bit flustered. “I mean, I guess if you’re going for that, then you’re rocking it. But, uh, if you ever want to... get them reduced?” He said it half-jokingly, but the earnestness in his tone made it clear he meant it.

Egobworder blinked, mouth agape for a moment as he processed the comment. “Wait—reduced? You think I need—” He was cut off by his own laughter, awkward and hearty, echoing through the training yard. “Nah, it’s fine! They just need to bulk up a bit, that's all! Or maybe it's just my sword making them look small!” He swung the black-bladed sword for emphasis, but ended up nearly losing his balance and stumbled a step back.