[ It becomes very clear very quickly that, despite being raised a nobleman's son, Felix isn't accustomed to formalwear or the trappings of high society. Then again, he'd always stubbornly refused to participate in the parties and the formal greetings, much to his father's exasperation.
So here's Felix, tugging at the collar of the fine new suit Tataru's grappled him into, looking distinctly uncomfortable. The capelet attached isn't helping anything; every time it sweeps the floor and reminds him of its existence, his ears shoot straight up, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. ]
It's— [ He tugs at his collar again and grunts. ] —hot. I feel like it's going to attract too much attention.
[ Maybe the real problem is that Felix himself is running a bit hot these days, the more he changes. ]
A little bit dressing room, A little bit wildcard
So here's Felix, tugging at the collar of the fine new suit Tataru's grappled him into, looking distinctly uncomfortable. The capelet attached isn't helping anything; every time it sweeps the floor and reminds him of its existence, his ears shoot straight up, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. ]
It's— [ He tugs at his collar again and grunts. ] —hot. I feel like it's going to attract too much attention.
[ Maybe the real problem is that Felix himself is running a bit hot these days, the more he changes. ]