It had been a while since Picket had worn such light clothing. The green fabric brushes his upper arms, making it tickle. "I feel like a little forest fairy," he admitted to Anya with a giggle. Picket twirled.
"What do you think? Do I look like a fairy to you?" His twirling stopped, and he looked the Antlefell over with a quick smile. "It is very light though… How do you keep warm in the winter? Or… Do you not experience cold the same way we do?" Picket's eyebrows raised.
"My Padra isn't harmed with by the cold as well! He can breathe fire, you see, he kept us warm back in the mountains," he rattled on. "Maybe you can do something similar as well!"  

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"It's an apprentice postman uniform," he sputtered and protested. "You w-wear it with pride.." His hands were clenched into fists and he stared at Empress with his big, watery,  halfling eyes.

A hand lifts and she covers her mouth as he looks at herself in the mirror. Picket's clothes weren't.. that bad, but at the same time, she looked as if she missed a theater play and wasn't really, well blended into society. Dropping her eyes, she draws them over the neck ruffle and finally finds that she can't hold in the giggle. It slips out and out of politeness she turns her head, looking away from the youth as to not offend him. "I'm sorry-" lightly, she bites into her own bottom lip and tries to suck in the amusement, "I've just never worn something like this before! It's cute!! But it reminds me a little bit of a costume at a circus.. O-or a play!"

Alek shifted uncomfortably as he observed his reflection. This outfit was far more revealing than he was used to, and didn't quite fit him right. It turned to Empress, nervously fidgeting with its hands. It wanted its gloves back. "Erm, is this.. normal, in your culture? I'm sorry, I just- well I'm just not used to something like this is all." He wanted to say more, but couldn't quite find the words, so he just shook his head. "I-I think I'm ready to switch back now.. please?"

Sam spent what felt like hours trying to fit himself into Illusion's clothes. Even though he himself was rather skinny by divish terms ,it was a squish in their clothes. He'd finally gotten into the top, which no doubt would've restricted his breathing if that was something he did, and was now left with a pair of thigh highs and shoes. Getting the other segments of the outfit on we're already a pain with those tight ass glove on, what's even the point if your fingers are just gonna stay out to the elements! Maybe he should've save the gloves for last...

But still he found himself staring at the shoes and socks. The outfit was already uncomfortable enough, no way he was going to try and squeeze into shoes that definitely wouldn't fit. And he'd die before he's caught in thigh highs. No way. He rather embarrass himself by showing rotting flesh than wear THOSE. He contemplates his options for deciding to step from the changing room bearfoot.

"This really doesn't fit me. Literally and mentally. I feel like a teen girl in this." The outfit was.. a bit flamboaynt when compared to his usual clothes, and definitely too revealing. he had to take his mask off to get it on so his doctor is gonna be pissed... "I might've stretched it a bit... i'd also probably wash it."

Unsure of how she got into this position to begin with, Chrys shifted in a new apparel that she found herself in. Confused by the texture of the sleeves, she brought her arm close to her and takes a sniff of the clothing. "Huh.." she gave off a pleased expression, as she recognized the smell of cotton. Chrys began twirling around in circles, trying to look at other places where the clothes hung to her body.

The werewolf shot a smile, before speaking out loud to herself, "It feels a bit restrictive, but it's surprisingly comfortable-". She then noticed that gloves were attached to her hands and she suddenly grimaced, grabbing the tip of the cloth with her teeth and yanked them off of her hands. "Much better!"

↓ The ".....Hot diggedy shit" got me 😭😭

It really was... so deeply unlike anything he had ever worn before. The naturalistic, earthy colors, the woven fibre that breathed on his skin- it was like it belonged to a totally separate world from his wardrobe of synthetic, mass produced coats and polyester shirts, with their intense colors and complex designs. Wizard wasn't one for many words- He flew by in most conversations with a casual nod and a thumbs up. -But, he felt like this experience was deserving of something, some deeper comment.

"......Hot diggedy shit," He deadpans. Then, he stops, feeling a sudden internal need to be more specific. "-I think what I meant to say is that, I continue to find it fascinating how divorced we are from the process of garment-making, with our consumerist culture focused on fast fashion and textiles that aren't designed to be repaired and therefore don't last beyond the momentary aesthetic. Everything I wear has been delivered by a drone and designed for a body that isn't mine, and I guess this also isn't designed for me, but it's clearly made with a specific person in mind. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm obligated to go touch some grass now, and also maybe a tree if I'm feeling real spicy. Later."

Sam tried to fit in with Installation Wizard's clothing, his feelings are surprised with this one.

"This clothing is rather to be real with the Sci-Fi themed," said Sam. He was stunned with IW's clothing. The jacket and a hat fit perfectly. He reminded it if he was in video game expo with cosplay theme related. "You know, this is something what I seem at the Technology and Engineering Expo," He can't say another word to it despite how much he adored to the clothing because of its design.

"Next time, I am going to ask that lady from Maison de Couture if she wants to design this! Your clothes are amazing!" After what he said, he took a picture from his phone and leaves.

Puko takes the collar of the blue shirt she was now wearing and puts it up, as she whistles while looking at the rest of the attire. 

"You know, I actually really dig it, it's not very different from something I would have wear when I was a teenager, haha! For real!"

Puko starts to walk backwards. "I also like that you still wear regular clothes, my uncle is a robot too but he doesn't really wear clothes, it's not like they'd fit him, you'd have to see him, lmao. Anywayssss...if you couldn't tell, I am about to steal your clothes. But you will be okay! I am sure you have more in your backup! Haha get it?! Cause' you are a robot, backup? Eh? Anyways...see ya!" Puko said as she ran away.

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Puko has her regular attire and a jester costume, you can choose whichever you think it's funnier lol

(I'll ALWAYS TAKE the opportunity to put this clown in a clown suit Tux pinging since it's been a long time!)

Aside from being ill-fitting, a jester's outfit seems.....unbecoming, like she's the butt of some joke off-screen. Tres dislikes the awful jingling with each movement of her head, the collar's too tight, she has to pull the waist of the pants down just slightly in the back so that her tails come out giving her what's known as a plumber's crack. Great. 

"Oh, if my siblings could see me now..." Tres grumbles to herself, she can hear Five's hyenalike laughter echoing in her head. Eugh. "....Mmm, I don't think this is my style, now I'll be taking this off before I have it stretched too out of shape."

Wilder was an opinionated man. The many compliments he received when wearing the borrowed outfit went through one ear and out the other. The material felt nice on his skin, sure. He looked like a man of money, no doubt. Perhaps he’d be mistaken for a business man if he tried adopting a new attitude. It could be interesting to see what he could get away with if he lived out the day pretending to be someone like Ren.

However, Wilder was a man of expression. The more layers, ornaments, annoying details, the more he enjoyed himself. It didn’t matter if the metal accessories that hugged his skin on his usual outfits threatened to burn him after hours under the hot sun, or that his heels fell through the damp earth in the early mornings, making travel by foot a trial of patience over stamina. Pain was beauty. Except the only pain Wilder was experiencing in Ren’s outfit was the pain trying to look as good as the owner himself. 

At one point he’d even tried styling Ren’s outfit. Unbuttoning the dress shirt to reveal more skin, using magic to grow out his hair for the sole purpose of refashioning the necktie into a hair tie, he even switched up eyeshadow palettes to give his look a little more zing. 

But there was no use, he concluded after a long lackadaisical hour of staring into a mirror. Wilder just didn’t look good in blue. 

“I don’t have your golden locks to pull off the look.” Was what he told Ren upon returning the outfit, now wrinkled from his time spent fighting with it. And there maaaay even be some splotches of glitter Wilder had failed to notice. “On you it’s like- a blue sky and sunlight. Nice on the eyes. On me it’s, uh..” He tilts his head right to left, as if a comparison would come to him faster that way. “Blue with the red hair makes me look like a yogurt cup, y'know?”

Anwell was bewildered to say the least. The outfit wasn't terrible, in fact it was beautiful. The colors, especially the gold, are alluring, and Anwell especially enjoys the pants and boots. But one of Anwell's insecurities is the huge scar on his chest, which is very visible wearing this top. No matter how many years pass by, Anwell could never stand the sight of his scar. Not only that, but because he had always covered his torso, Anwell feels close to naked in this outfit.

"This is a beautiful outfit," Anwell smiled sadly. "But this is a bit uncomfortable... well, the top is."

Now corsets were something he's heard his wife mention and struggle with before, but Gray couldn't help being a little curious about trying one himself.

The shirt needed a bit of altering for him to get his wings through, but the white shirt over black slacks and gloves were a welcome change of pace.

He was a bit surprised to find that he had minimal difficulty with the corset vest after having it tailored for his wings, as he briefly forgot how slim he actually was.

"This outfit reminds me of a radiant full moon over a starlit midnight sky. Yet, it also feels sharp and commanding! If I could find this vest in sky blue or purple, it would be absolutely perfect for me."

Finished

"Well, this is...interesting" Godfrey wasn't really surprised, given that it looks something a kid would wear on Halloween but still, it's kinda something else Godfrey might wear. The bowtie makes Godfrey's neck feels uncomfortable because how can a person wear a bowtie with their collar button open without their neck feels weird, the cape also make Godfrey feels awkward and weird, and the ribbon, whatever that is, is making his leg feels...nothing but he has no complaint and didn't wanted Gray to feel bad about his outfit. "This outfit is not like something I will wear but it's very...cool to say at least. The cape, bowtie, and whatever this is on my leg, is very unique and interesting, I can see that you might have a good taste on clothing but still, I'm not gonna wear this everyday" Godfrey gave a little smile.