Yeah, really: it looks great. Fits good on you, too. [liar you dont know how suit fittings work, you just know that it's not 2 fuckin tight like the rest of asher's dumb wardrobe] Can I see the back?
[He tilts his head a little, curious, and his eyes drift over the finely-tailored, pristine suit that Asher's clad in. Gods know how he's managed to keep it in this condition on cat planet: there's not even any cat hair on it.]
What'd you even do? I was on a camp in the freakin' mountains the entire time. [He pulls his hand away and gestures to his own clothes, no different from what he'd shown up wearing on his first day in Oska. There are some tears and scuffs in the outfit and his shoulder armor: clearly, he wasn't vacationing up in the Skaultan highlands.] I mean, look at me.
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[He tilts his head a little, curious, and his eyes drift over the finely-tailored, pristine suit that Asher's clad in. Gods know how he's managed to keep it in this condition on cat planet: there's not even any cat hair on it.]
What'd you even do? I was on a camp in the freakin' mountains the entire time. [He pulls his hand away and gestures to his own clothes, no different from what he'd shown up wearing on his first day in Oska. There are some tears and scuffs in the outfit and his shoulder armor: clearly, he wasn't vacationing up in the Skaultan highlands.] I mean, look at me.