“Vlad. My blood brother from another mother. We need to talk. It’s your clothes man.” Draven tutted, clear signs of disapproval plastered on his face.
“I get it, you like blood. But all your clothes are red dude. coat, waist coat, pants... You need to diversify!” “Now don’t get me wrong I get it, the noble-aristocratic look, it suits you... but at the very least throw on some fur across your shoulders! Maybe change the waist coat, Purple maybe? And the pants, the pants especially!” He shuddered, daring not gaze downwards.
“I get that stripes are slimming but you’re almost as skinny as a twig bro.”









