(AAAAAH SHE'S SO CUTE!)

Tai had to take a good look at the outfit, and was generally amused, aside from the skirt, "Hehe, it's cute, I do have to say, and the sweater is very comfy, I'm sure it helps keep you warm." However, there was something that he had to mention, "I am not against this at all, but I'm certainly not used to shoes, neither a skirt... It's kinda a bit awkward for me..."

"It's very fitting for you, but not so much for me." He wanted to be nice and at least compliment.

Soul looked up and down at herself in the mirror, did a 360, then stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"What. The. Hell." She gestured towards herself in the mirror. "WHY. Is it so aggressively gold? I look so much better in cooler colors." She lifts up the red cloth tied around her waist. "This is just utterly random. Why is it there?" She lifted her arm up slightly. "It's so heavy too. Like do you spend all the time in this? It's so clunky. Bleegh. I know I'm royalty or whatever but no. Just no. This is gross. I hate this. Not to mention I look utterly ridiculous in this." Soul makes a gagging motion. "Please. Just wear something a little less clunky. I bet you sound like clanging metal when you walk." 

NP: she has like 3 outfits lol go nuts

(( Went with this outfit! :D ))

"...Oh, wow-" 

The kimono is loose, comfortable. Xe finds it startling just how soft this fabric is, how much it allows xer skin to breathe. Xer ungloved arms sway, almost marveling at it's airiness, at how little it squeaks at xer movements. And it's stars! Glittering constellations of stars! Xe would have thought that a fabric this comfortable would have too many drawbacks for stars, as if it's practicality meant it couldn't be beautiful.

"Do you just- get to wear this?" It's a silly question. Of course she does. What would be stopping her?
"Like- All the time? All the time, all the time!? You could-- you could sleep in this!! You could attend a fancy ball in this! You could do groceries in this! You are the sky and you wear the sky! I was approximately 10x more mentally ill than I was before I put this on, this is incredible-!"

For NP: Xeno has uhhhhh a few outfit options, but they're all vaguely groovy neon labcoats.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Your character may also note that the clothes are somewhat stiff and rubbery in texture, as they're designed for containing radiation more than comfort

"This is... very bright." An astute observation.
Staring at their hands, they flex their fingers from within the confines of thick, rubber gloves. Secretly, they're glad for the fact that their backtalons prevented them from fitting into any of Xeno's boots.
For one, they're already tall enough there's no need to add to their height. A second, is that the weight from stomping around in those platform boots would quickly get to them. They need the option to run, and having to do so in big clunky boot-heels is... well, not ideal.
One good thing is that these clothes cover up everything they care about covering. But it's too tight, too-forming, too--

Fern fidgets, tugging at the rubbery sleeves. They need to get out of these, they're trapping them inside, and they feel like they're about to gasp for air. The discomfort is so palpably wrong to them. Like an insect that's burrowed under their skin, scurrying about with no way to be removed.
Impending panic attack aside, xer fashion taste is too bright and attention-grabbing for them. It practically screams 'look at me!' While Fern has no judgements about that, it is practically the opposite of what they want. 

"I-- you need to take these back. I don't. These aren't for me." Fern takes a sharp breath, pulling on the sleeves again, now with more palpable panic. These need to get off. Now.

NP: Fern dresses very much for comfort, wearing loose-fitting, soft clothing that swishes and hides their thinness. Think scarves, skirts, ponchos, dresses. They also don't ever wear shoes.

Bandit was... in awe.

Softness, warmth and a comforting feel on his skin. The freedom he had with movement.
He would be taking notes. 

"Its been.. years. I remember when i was a young apprentice, we use scarves to hide our faces from pesky bugs. I never thought id get to wear one again... and this one it feels... real. no fake plastic stuff." And the barefoot didnt bother him at all, he could easily remember fond memories of running in the sand. 

It dawned on him how much he missed the freedom.

He stared at himself for awhile, struggling to hide the boyish grin. He played with sleeves, flapping them. He tried styling the scarf in different ways, showing you how he was taught to tie it.
"My friend, you must tell me where to get one of these scarfs... and probably the rest of the clothing. i owe you one for showing them to me"

Safe to say the bandit was alot more happier that day. 

Brandy sighed to herself as she fussed with several parts of the power armor. It was already dragging her down like a 10 ton dumbell. Was she really going to walk around - much less fight - in this? 

What made it even worse for her was the covering for the arms and gauntlets. Her left hand was free, which was great. But her right and dominant hand was covered by a material she wasn't even sure could conduct hamon...

And then there was the helmet. She had already put it on once, only to take it off and gasp as if she spent a minute underwater. It was that uncomfortable. Between this and old-fashioned Hellas armor, she would definitely take the latter.

"I'm sorry," she lowers her head toward Bandit. "If you can't tell, I'm not the biggest fan of this thing. Besides, red was never really my color."

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(for NP, you can choose between her main outfit or her man after midnight one (which is basically an ancient greek armor but for vampires so go nuts, also feel free to add pants if the dress isn't doing it)

(I chose her default ouftit!)

The Captain took a moment to admire his new outfit. He was relieved that the flowy dress had room for his large tail. He swung it left and right contently, feeling the dress sway with its movements. He didn't mind wearing a dress, he found them to be quite comfortable. He barely paid any mind to his own gender in general. 

He looked down at the golden chains that adorned his chest. He didn't understand their purpose or aesthetic, but he put his finger into one of the hoops and ran his finger around it as a little fidget. 

He then took notice of the way the dress was cut, showing off one of his legs. "I wonder what this is for..." He thought to himself. He blushed slightly, not used to his legs being out in the open, especially all the way to the upper thigh. He figured someone else might enjoy a dress cut like this, but it made him a tinge embarrassed.

After his work as a teacher, Sotiris took a walk at the beach. "Ah, this is some navy captain's uniform" Sotiris saw a captain's uniform left lying at the beach. The uniform was green but wet, as if someone went to the sea recently. "Let me dry this up."

As Sotiris went back to the house, he tried wearing the navy uniform. "It's loose" Sotiris said, as the uniform was too big for his size. He wore the hat, it fits him. "I felt itchy, or perhaps it's just the leftover sand from the uniform.", he grumbled. He wore the pants, he noticed there was a big hole at the back of it's pants. "I guess my friend would wear it." Sotiris said, noticing a hole in the pants that was meant for a tail "Was this pants made for mermaids?".
He wore the boots, "I kept looking for some good old boots back...". Just like the rest of the uniform, the boots won't fit for his feet, he felt sand and seaweeds when he wore it. It is too wide. "I guess this uniform was not meant for me..." he said. He brought back the uniform back to the beach where it was left. Thinking there could be someone looking for it.

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(for next person, you may pick either this variant or this one

"I-" Veritas was at a loss of words for once. Grabbing hold of of the black flowing coat thing that covered his back he held it up in an almost questioning manner "This ripped ass shit reminds me of the fact that there is some shitty ass metal albums. AN AN! This just makes me remember all the fuckin years i thought leather jackets were the coolest shit on the block! ugh. THEN THE BOOTS!" He promptly tried to take them off in a rush only to fall on his back "FUCKIN BOOTS! WORST THING TO EVER EXIST AN THEY HURT ME FEET! HOW IN THE HELL ARE YA SUPPOSED TA WALK AROUND WHEN YA CAN'T FEEL THE GAH DAMN GROUND!"

He’d convinced Veritas to do a stupid dare with him, and now Salvador wore the other’s clothes. On a party he wasn’t invited too.
Salvador’s nose wrinkled as he tried to keep the monocle in its place, his hands shook as he accepted a glass of wine of one of the serving butlers and his back ached as he forced himself to stand up straight.
“I’m Veritas, yes,” he told one of the noble guest. “I am married. Yes. I am a father. Can you not see that, from my clothes,” Salvador used his empty hand to gesture at his outfit. The blue jacket was too long for him, too broad for his shoulders. The red tie draped loosely over his chest. The shoes, Void Salvador hated those ‘sneakers’, clamped off his feet. But he stood firm. No smile, no expression that that could betray their lie.
“This is Salvador,” Salvador said. As he now gestured at the real Veritas. “He is my purse counter. My coin pilfer. He is not married. You can see that,” Salvador said. “By his clothes.” The thief stared at the other from the corners of his eyes.  Surely Veritas had killed for worse, but bets are bets, dares are dares. No matter how stupid they were. Salvador let out his breath in a snort-like sound. And Salvador? Oh, he was going to push every button now that he had the chance. 

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For NP: Sal has a ton of outfits. Just pick the one that inspire you! Feel free to mix things up as well (the mask with the hat for example! Or the dark brown waistcoat with the blue coat etc etc it's all cool) 

    The young man twirled his body around, looking at the outfit that he wore at present. A smile stuck to his face, and he couldn’t stop.

    “Mighty loose! Ooh, and comfortable too… it doesn’t compare with whatever the Port gave me! Don’t gotta wear tape too, oh man…”

     Xavier is absolutely delighted, still observing the outfit on him; it almost looks like he’s dancing like no one’s watching. He would kick his feet into the air occasionally, the feel of the show felt so nice after wearing boots for so long. And the shirt as well; never has be wore suspenders or of the like, but they amazed him as Xavier pulled them with his thumb, looking a little fancy.

     “Oh and these! What are these? Man, I should get myself something like this fit, makes me feel free honestly.” The young man sighs and lifts his arms up in the air to stretch, “It’s not that bad really, too bad it’s not that fit for mission, couldve been nice to fight in the sun n’ this, no?”

      Nevertheless, he didn’t stop moving, letting the wind come in and out of the outfit; and with a smile on his face, danced with an outfit he may never wear again.

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[FOR NP] > You don’t have to include his armlets as part of the outfit, but feel free to do so! If you do include them, they have a bit of a noticeable weight in em, but not heavy at all

Anya stared at herself in the mirror. It was lined with sage green vines that intertwined around the frame. She twirled around, noticing how she looked in the outfit at different angles. It felt weird wearing something that wasn't mainly green. Anya wondered which planet had created this outfit. Was it the Kraiseracs who were violent but appreciated the suit and tie? Or was it the Saynians who always wore something fancy and noticeable? 

It would not be Kraiserac, Anya thought. They do not wear any white except for their tie. She fiddled with the material. And it is a little too loose to be a Kraiserac suit.

"Maybe, it is from Planet Sayne..." she mumbled to herself. "No, it is not sparkly or flashy enough."

Anya was confused. Where could this outfit have come from? Her eyes widened with realization. Wait, was this outfit from Earth? But how could it get on Planet Reinver, a planet who is outside of Earth's Solar system? We are in Fell's Solar System... A long ways from there.

She paused, thinking very hard to try and figure out this mystery. And who planted the outfit there for her? How did she put it on? Was this a trick of some sort?

Anya shook her head, sweeping away the thoughts. She didn't have time for this. She had to get ready for her trip to Planet Liev again to renew their alliance but she couldn't go there, looking like an outsider of her planet. Anya then got into her usual outfit and left.