Reno catches Rude's glare, the corner of his lips twitches as if he was trying to stop himself from smiling. The attempt is not working, so he turns his head away before the growing grin on his face gets noticeable. Knowing Rude he probably caught that, oops.
Oh, he bets the justice for this stunt is going to rain on him sooner, or later. That is the game after all. But for now, there is a flurry of feathers, and hands holding measuring tapes, fabrics, needles, and scissors at them. Really, it's kind of a mess, but the tailoring team is working on the top proficiency levels, and there is a logic to what only looks like a mess. Since they got a witch or two in their midst, the magic also comes into the picture— a curious thing, really. When Reno feels hand tugging at his arm, positioning it in a preferred way, he also feels a slight tingle of magic in the touch.
Is this indication of how he starves for it, or rather a signal the Witch is overflowing? Hmm.
Either way, funnily enough, the first outfit they put him in, takes cues to his tendency of wear his shirt open, and all the added elements are said to be inspired by the Mirrorbounds... but it really feels like, it's the amount and their heaviness that is.
"I'm glad everyone agree that my main colour is black. Some people can wear many different ones, but some, like me, are made for one. We live and breathe it—" he chatters as he winks and smiles to the witch that finishes fastening the- glove? greave? no matter what it is, it allows for a bit more of the skin-on-skin contact and the Monster instinct latches on it.
"How's it going for you, partner?" Finally he gets chance to turn around and witness what happened to Rude in the meantime.
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Oh, he bets the justice for this stunt is going to rain on him sooner, or later. That is the game after all. But for now, there is a flurry of feathers, and hands holding measuring tapes, fabrics, needles, and scissors at them. Really, it's kind of a mess, but the tailoring team is working on the top proficiency levels, and there is a logic to what only looks like a mess. Since they got a witch or two in their midst, the magic also comes into the picture— a curious thing, really. When Reno feels hand tugging at his arm, positioning it in a preferred way, he also feels a slight tingle of magic in the touch.
Is this indication of how he starves for it, or rather a signal the Witch is overflowing? Hmm.
Either way, funnily enough, the first outfit they put him in, takes cues to his tendency of wear his shirt open, and all the added elements are said to be inspired by the Mirrorbounds... but it really feels like, it's the amount and their heaviness that is.
"I'm glad everyone agree that my main colour is black. Some people can wear many different ones, but some, like me, are made for one. We live and breathe it—" he chatters as he winks and smiles to the witch that finishes fastening the- glove? greave? no matter what it is, it allows for a bit more of the skin-on-skin contact and the Monster instinct latches on it.
"How's it going for you, partner?" Finally he gets chance to turn around and witness what happened to Rude in the meantime.