It's a thoughtful sound, maybe a little confused, as they follow Robin's gaze down to the front of their... outfit. Calling it a "shirt" is rather generous, though there does seem to at least be a shirt in there somewhere, among all the other nonsensical layers of fabric.
There are the cloak layers draped on the outside--almost like a robe, but seeming to only have a proper sleeve on one side, along with simple shrouds of loose fabric--which are all pretty easy to push aside and get to the clothing layers underneath. However, the clothing layers themselves make much less sense. There is an open shirt pulled over other grubby remnants of shirt-like garments, but those are all worn both over and under strips of torn cloth wrapping up Phalanx's arms. And who knows what could be found under all of that...
Really, the more Robin looks at it, the more it kind of looks like someone (probably Phalanx) has been mindlessly adding pieces to this fabric-based puzzle as time has gone on, and maybe never taking them off again. Phalanx has more been tied into a nest of rags than has been dressed in clothing that makes human (or even just functional) sense.
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It's a thoughtful sound, maybe a little confused, as they follow Robin's gaze down to the front of their... outfit. Calling it a "shirt" is rather generous, though there does seem to at least be a shirt in there somewhere, among all the other nonsensical layers of fabric.
There are the cloak layers draped on the outside--almost like a robe, but seeming to only have a proper sleeve on one side, along with simple shrouds of loose fabric--which are all pretty easy to push aside and get to the clothing layers underneath. However, the clothing layers themselves make much less sense. There is an open shirt pulled over other grubby remnants of shirt-like garments, but those are all worn both over and under strips of torn cloth wrapping up Phalanx's arms. And who knows what could be found under all of that...
Really, the more Robin looks at it, the more it kind of looks like someone (probably Phalanx) has been mindlessly adding pieces to this fabric-based puzzle as time has gone on, and maybe never taking them off again. Phalanx has more been tied into a nest of rags than has been dressed in clothing that makes human (or even just functional) sense.