#gonegenki

[herokind]

▷ CLOSE ENCOUNTER!

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: uHHH, i’M REALLY SORRY, aBOUT THIS, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: mY FIDUSPAWN, tEND TO GET AWAY FROM ME, sOMETIMES, eVEN THOUGH i TRY TO GET THEM TO, dO THE OPPOSITE OF THAT, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: jUST, uH, dON’T TELL THE POLICE, iF YOU CAN, aBOUT ME RIDING A “ hORSE “, 

    You pat HORSARONI on the back now that he’s calmed down. You haven’t ridden him in a while -- luckily, while that was a SCARILY CLOSE ENCOUNTER, nobody got hurt. Still, that girl you nearly hit looks PARTICULARLY SHAKEN. Did she just arrive? That’s likely to be the case. You feel bad for YET ANOTHER IRRESPONSIBLE CAPER under your name, especially to someone ALREADY SHOCKED.

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: hEYY, tELL YOU WHAT, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: i’M A REALLY GOOD COOK, aND, yOU SEEM NEW AROUND HERE, sOOO, tHUSLY SPEAKING, i CAN MAKE YOU A LUNCH, oR SOMETHING, tO,  [ ♉ ] TAVROS: mAKE UP FOR MY, rEALLY POOR STREET BEHAVIOR, 

@gonegenki

[cloudedblades]

gonegenki

Cloud had found Himself, against his better judgement, in a certain shop in Sector 6. Specifically, the one called Dressed to Kill.

As to why he was here, that was... a bit hard to say. For one thing, to be fair, he didn’t have much in the way of a wardrobe. He’d hung onto what little the Scientists always provided, but that was primarily so that he had something to wear when washing and repairing his normal outfit. Of course, all he really had to do was copy the design of what he was wearing, wolves and all, and replicate it a couple of times. He could certainly do that here, easily enough.

Except that… wasn’t what he was doing. Granted, he was only looking around, really. But he wanted something else to wear. Something new, but more to the point, something… casual. Anything he wore, he’d have to be able to fight in, obviously. That was a part o why his normal outfit was so loose; it easily gave him a full range of motion.

Still, he needed something to just wear… around. While sitting around the house, or shopping. In case something crazy happened on a Sunday and he ended up at somebody else’s house. Or, the most likely scenario, in case his current outfit got completely ruined.

To be perfectly honest, he was getting a tad tired of this particular outfit. Maybe it just didn’t fit his life anymore. That was more or less the same reason he’d stopped wearing a SOLDIER uniform.

Oh, and he had to replace that tuxedo he’d worn to the Winter Ball, two years ago. Another, good reason to be here right now.

The only issue was, fashion was not even remotely Cloud’s forte. He needed help. Badly.