Harpuia had seen Fefnir's determination in coming to the beach out of his armor, and he hadn't forgotten it in the least. If Rock and Fefnir both could wear the kind of things human civilians wore, then why should Harpuia cling to his uniform? He had no excuse.
In typical Harpuia fashion, he had prepared. The hardware specifications of his body were still in his memory, and it was only a quick Google search to translate those numbers into conventional human clothing sizes. The finer points of 21st century fashion still felt a bit unclear to him, but he had an understanding of what would fit and more or less what to look for.
So once again Harpuia ventured out without his helmet -- this time, the gauntlets had been left behind too. The jets (and the sabers they holstered) stayed, of course, but this was the bare minimum to be compatible with ordinary clothes without burdening himself with armor he wasn't even going to be wearing. He'd expected this to be a solo endeavor, though: a familiar face in the crowds of the mall was a surprise. "...Zero?"
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In typical Harpuia fashion, he had prepared. The hardware specifications of his body were still in his memory, and it was only a quick Google search to translate those numbers into conventional human clothing sizes. The finer points of 21st century fashion still felt a bit unclear to him, but he had an understanding of what would fit and more or less what to look for.
So once again Harpuia ventured out without his helmet -- this time, the gauntlets had been left behind too. The jets (and the sabers they holstered) stayed, of course, but this was the bare minimum to be compatible with ordinary clothes without burdening himself with armor he wasn't even going to be wearing. He'd expected this to be a solo endeavor, though: a familiar face in the crowds of the mall was a surprise. "...Zero?"