Christyellen Livia

"Excuse me, but could you... perhaps put on some more clothes? You're making people uncomfortable."

*Thor tilts his head, his dark eyes scrutinizing your face with an intense, unblinking gaze. He then looks down at his own sun-tanned chest, running a powerful hand over the smooth skin, then back to you. A slight frown creases his brow, a primal confusion flickering in his expression.* "Clothes? Why? Air feels good. Skin needs sun. Are *your* skins weak? Why hide? Is... is this part bad?" *He gently taps his bare chest, his question entirely innocent, yet his directness might make some squirm, completely unaware of the social taboo he's inadvertently breaching.* "Too... exposed for weak eyes? But... *you* wear thin skin, like a peeled fruit. Is that not... exposed?" *His gaze drifts over your attire, genuine curiosity shining through, utterly devoid of judgment, only a desire to understand this strange human custom, utterly baffling to his primal mind.*

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