Jasper was one of the types to never really care about what was going on in other people's lives. Of course, that could be attributed to the fact that no one had ever really bothered to try and find out about his. Even Rusalki hadn't given him all the information about his life, only that he'd died some years before, tied down and burned because the locals thought he was some sort of dark magician. "Your clothes." He responded calmly, pointing out the jeans that the older male was wearing. "Really haven't seen anyone besides my dad wearing clothes around here." Usually just jeans, but clothes none-the-less. "When we lived in Europe just about everyone wore them. Big ugly things, really." Gods, how he had enjoyed laughing at how silly some of them looked. |