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👕 for a thread where our muses get some new clothes!
Dylan trailed after Mika into the Manhattan Mall, hoping that the upturned collar and long-brimmed hat he wore to hide his identity would be enough to do its intended purpose. He knew that at this point, the general public had approved of the Horsemen’s actions, but it was better to be safe than sorry should someone spot him and call the authorities.
They walked through the crowds, and Dylan grabbed onto Mika’s arm as he gestured to a semi-formal attire shop a few feet ahead. “Wanna step in there and see what they’ve got?”
“I’ve got two different acts in Vegas... if you get what I’m trying to say..”
“Well, if you want my two cents, I’d say you would be a hell of a great escape artist.” He sent her a sheepish grin. “Uh, yes? Well, I think anything looks great on you.” Dylan was well-versed in many things, but fashion and style was not one of them. He was thankful that his old job mainly consisted of wearing the same types of suits everyday.












