( oh, how that god forbidden question haunted him. )
lucky for this girl, dealing with children was not in his list of competences. they unnerved him, with their big eyes & curiosity & kindness. they were naive to a fault, & he was likely more afraid of them than they were of him. so his bleak expression buckles – pinched facial features thawing into something that was almost amicable.
❛ it’s, uh. see this ?? ❜ he points to himself ;; to the ridiculous black & white ensemble accredited to team galactic, & it’s poor sense of fashion. ❛ it’s part of the uniform. ❜
she pouts, chubby rose coloured cheeks puffing out as though that answer was unsatisfactory. in a way, for her anyway, it was a very boring answer. she was hoping for something more interesting, like it being a ‘fashion statement’. that was what the ladies on television said, didn’t they?
... maybe, uniforms can be apart of a fashion statement?
❝ how boring! ❞ she huffs. ❝ and what an ugly uniform! do you actually enjoy wearing that thing? why would you even grab that out of your closet? ❞