Even in the real world, bare feet still seemed to give you a Stealth bonus.
Kirito ducked into a stairwell, padding up and around a landing corner that would be behind the door if it opened. Suguha’s old gym bag was a featherweight on his shoulder, promise and uncertainty both wrapped in the faintest scent of bamboo and sweat.
I remember when this bag was new. It seems like yesterday.
Yesterday, and a lifetime away. From a time when he wasn’t looking for a threat cursor over every head. When he hadn’t expected every corner to reveal a new monster. When he didn’t think of clothes as a player purchase or a monster drop. And he was grateful to see clothes in Suguha’s bag, he really was; a set of black and gray sweats with a note in his mother’s handwriting that she hoped they had the right size….
But how do I unequip a hospital gown?
Head, meet palm. Repeat. Ow.
This is going to take more than a few menu clicks.
Which meant trying to get dressed in a stairwell was not the brightest idea he’d ever had. But right now he was alone, and this was as good a place as any to see if there was anything in Suguha’s bag besides clothes.
It’s not quest loot, Kirito reminded himself wryly, pushing past dark clothing to rubber-band-bound bundles of letters and a small coin-bag that jingled like it had enough yen for an emergency phone call. He’d grabbed the gym bag on instinct; if items dropped for you, you took them and sorted out if you could actually use them later. Because later often had to come after running a gauntlet of lizardmen, dire wolf packs, or orange-player bandits-
Where are the orange players?