I wasn't expecting your honest response! One generally denies any such drabness in favor of preserving their friend's morale! Then they offer small bits of directing advice!
[ Malkus gripped the hips of his robes protectively, looking down at his oilcloth garb with so much more appreciation now! He was rocking this! ]
My uniform is of utmost prestige, but maybe I can take some advice for a more casual outfit. What sort of things pass for fashion in your world?
Soo, you ask for my opinion and then want me to lie about it? Seems like something a shitty friend would do. [Got 'im] I'm only doing you favors by giving out my honest opinion, Malk. And all of this--[another vague gesture at his bod]--Needs. To. Go.
For one, lose the robes. Especially in black, yuck. Talk about boring. You need more color in your life.
[ Lup has a brutal honesty about her but Malkus guessed it was better than lying and telling him things to make him feel better. Only that wasn't true, because that was exactly the sort of friends he preferred. Why can't everybody lie about everything to maintain the thin fabric of society like him?!
He put his hands in his hips and tucked his head into his shoulders in that trademark "I'm two birds in an overcoat" fashion. ]
I will take your advice for an outfit but my current garb is essential towards my identity! This is what I have! But!
Like I said. I could use... a wardrobe.
[ Malkus didn't need them as the city seemed sterile enough. He tugged at the overcoat of his robes. It felt like a second skin. At least he removed his capelet and pulled his head through his hood to show that dirty mess of brown hair underneath. ]
Oilcloth is rare. I still need to wear it for my science-butchering.
[Malkus, those friends are fake. Do you really want fake friends? Do you want to be a big faker?
You fake.
Honestly, Malkus' reaction is worth all of this, the awkward way he tucks his head into his shoulders was already leaving Lup's mouth twitching, laughter there at the tip of her tongue.] I'm not going to toss your crap into the lake, don't be paranoid. Just stuff all of this into the back of the closet where they won't ever be found again. Simple as that.
Glad we're in agreement though. Let's get you into some new duds first, then we'll work on your dance moves. Marian's gonna be one impressed lady.
[ What was wrong with fake friends?! Lup was too authentic for Malkus. ]
You have such a way with words. And I don't intend to impress her! I just- I know what you are thinking and it isn't-
[ The doctor waved his hands dismissively, but a bit too defensively. ]
I do not even know what the original goal is, anymore. I've no idea what clothes have to do with Marian's nerves. Why am I even worrying about such a thing- this feels foolish now. I feel foolish!
[Lup isn't completely awful all of the time. She wouldn't exactly call Malkus a friend--but to be fair, there are very few people outside of her family in this place that she'd call a friend yet--but that doesn't mean she's heartless. The elf's head tips to the side thoughtfully as Malkus flips to defensive mode, flapping his arms around like he was trying to take off from the ground, his whole appearance making the gesture more comical than the dramatic he was probably going for.
Lup finally holds up a hand to stop him.] Okay. First, let's chill, my man. No need to get so hyped up over nothing. Take some deep breaths, roll your shoulders, touch your toes. The ush.
[ Malkus did not like to leave himself vulnerable, and as silly as the situation was, he felt completely exposed. The opinions of others meant so much to the superficial man, that to look like a fool would kill him! After all, Malkus has never looked like a fool to anyone before! ]
Alright- A-alright... I do not know the first thing about clothing, but you seem to have found things befitting your style here. You've more experience than I do.
The elf moves close to her unusually tall companion, slipping an arm around his shoulders and quickly turning him in the direction of the caves various shops.] Just trust me, Malk. If there's one thing you can believe in this place, it's that ol' Lup will never steer you wrong.
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[ Malkus gripped the hips of his robes protectively, looking down at his oilcloth garb with so much more appreciation now! He was rocking this! ]
My uniform is of utmost prestige, but maybe I can take some advice for a more casual outfit. What sort of things pass for fashion in your world?
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Soo, you ask for my opinion and then want me to lie about it? Seems like something a shitty friend would do. [Got 'im] I'm only doing you favors by giving out my honest opinion, Malk. And all of this--[another vague gesture at his bod]--Needs. To. Go.
For one, lose the robes. Especially in black, yuck. Talk about boring. You need more color in your life.
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He put his hands in his hips and tucked his head into his shoulders in that trademark "I'm two birds in an overcoat" fashion. ]
I will take your advice for an outfit but my current garb is essential towards my identity! This is what I have! But!
Like I said. I could use... a wardrobe.
[ Malkus didn't need them as the city seemed sterile enough. He tugged at the overcoat of his robes. It felt like a second skin. At least he removed his capelet and pulled his head through his hood to show that dirty mess of brown hair underneath. ]
Oilcloth is rare. I still need to wear it for my science-butchering.
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You fake.
Honestly, Malkus' reaction is worth all of this, the awkward way he tucks his head into his shoulders was already leaving Lup's mouth twitching, laughter there at the tip of her tongue.] I'm not going to toss your crap into the lake, don't be paranoid. Just stuff all of this into the back of the closet where they won't ever be found again. Simple as that.
Glad we're in agreement though. Let's get you into some new duds first, then we'll work on your dance moves. Marian's gonna be one impressed lady.
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You have such a way with words. And I don't intend to impress her! I just- I know what you are thinking and it isn't-
[ The doctor waved his hands dismissively, but a bit too defensively. ]
I do not even know what the original goal is, anymore. I've no idea what clothes have to do with Marian's nerves. Why am I even worrying about such a thing- this feels foolish now. I feel foolish!
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Lup finally holds up a hand to stop him.] Okay. First, let's chill, my man. No need to get so hyped up over nothing. Take some deep breaths, roll your shoulders, touch your toes. The ush.
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Alright- A-alright... I do not know the first thing about clothing, but you seem to have found things befitting your style here. You've more experience than I do.
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The elf moves close to her unusually tall companion, slipping an arm around his shoulders and quickly turning him in the direction of the caves various shops.] Just trust me, Malk. If there's one thing you can believe in this place, it's that ol' Lup will never steer you wrong.
[Cue thunderclaps and ominous music.]