Though Gustav did enjoy leaving his pecks and muscles glister under the sun's rays, today was a bit of a chilly day which any men, even one such as Gustav, needed a little bit more! And even if he could buy cheap toddler cloth's and didn't need to buy the nowadays overpriced clothes, which honestly was quite fun, he didn't have that many cloth. He constantly ripped them by flexing so much.

Hence, Gustav had to borrow some for the day and someone had ever so kindly let him borrow his, in all reality it was more mere curiosity from the latter to see how he would look in them. Who wouldn't?

He quickly gave up on the pants once he figured out… They would absolutely constantly fall off, so he grabbed the black long sleeved turtle neck and slipped it over his body. No longer could you see his lower body, nor his hands. He was… Quite literally… Floating in it. He even had to pull the shirt up a bit so it did not fall off his shoulders. Afterwards, it was time for the jacket! 

Several minutes passed before Gustav finally came out of the changing room, a prideful smile on his face as managed to keep the cloth tight around his waiste. He gave up in properly wearing the jacket and had used the sleeves, tied around his chest, to prevent the shirt from falling while dragging the rest behind him. "Thank you very much, J, now Gustav is all warm and cozy, shall not catch cold, yes yes!" As he flexed, fortunately not ripping those cloths considering he was technically way too small to wear them.

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v ALDFHEGETG I FUCKING LOVED THAT RESPONSE, POOR REN XD

(^ sjfsjfnks man really was like “inspiration has struck!”)

Very surprised, almost confused by Ren’s offer, N’arfi tilted his head slightly. He wasn’t going to pass up on this though. “Sure. I don’t see why not. My duties… there’s not been much work lately so I doubt the world would end if I disappear for one afternoon.” A little nervous, he still put his hand into Ren’s gloved one.

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He came out of the changing room, looking a bit unsure of himself, adjusting the collar of the undershirt nervously. It definitely wasn’t a bad fit, not at all. It made the viera look decently handsome, being able to fill out the clothes nicely. “It’s.. far from what I usually wear but I’m not opposed to it. This is more something I’d wear to a very special occasion. The… pants… the legs are a little too long…”

The lack of a hole for his tail was going to drive him mad if he had to wear it for a longer period though. “What.. do you think?..” He asked nervously, already knowing that Ren was the kind to speak his mind and not really.. taking human emotion into account. Blunt, was probably the word N’arfi was searching for.

“I know that there’s no way to save… this.” , gesturing to all of himself. “But.. I think I look a little nicer...” His voice was a little shaky, as if all he really wanted was approval. He was itching to hold the sword but he didn’t want to disrespect Ren in any way by touching his weapon. He himself didn’t like when people tried to mess around with his things.

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np: Feel free to pick any outfit in his profile. He’s a stronk boi so clothes may not fit on smaller characters

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He was sitting in a way less fancy outfit, as his had been loaned out to her. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight though, no way. That armour cost him a fortune. “I am, actually. I ordered the armour itself, which cost me a fortune… but all the fabrics were added by me so it’s exactly how I like it.” He went up to her, adjusting some of the fabric in the back that had gotten caught on the belt. “You look good in it though.”

Horen lifts the fabric of her this cloak and swishes it around. Oh yes, she likes this very much! It reminds her somewhat of home where reds, oranges, pinks and golds prevail. The outfit itself is so richly red and the suns are gorgeous--the stitch work is incredible. It is very breathable too! Perfect for a walk through the deserts or the smoldering jungles of her homeland. Granted Horen is more of a pants type of person, but this suits her just fine.

The jewelry is rather nice too. Golden little teardrops enhance and beautify an already luxurious outfit. The way that it glints and catches in the sunlight when she gives the outfit another swirl. Those golden tear drops clink against one another as they settle back into place. She can very much get used to the sound, it is music in a way, something that can take her mind off of the aching in her feet when she walks.

But it is the armor that intrigues her the most. While she does prefer when it comes in gold, Horen can appreciate all sorts of armor. If left to it she could probably spend hours inspecting the make and admiring it for its intricacy or simplicity. Decidedly it is on the simpler side, but it is very solid and practical which certainly takes precedence.

What a lucky find this is! She doesn't know what would compel a person to just leave it behind. She purses her lips and furrows her brows, suddenly imagining a situation where things had been so dire that compelled the outfits original owner to leave it behind. She grimaces to herself and hopes that whoever had left in behind is doing okay. Perhaps they will come back for it? Reluctantly and with a sigh, Horen changes back into her own outfit and arranges the other just as she had found it.

She’s visibly pissed at the idea but Fish insists, promising to return the favor afterwards. The peahen disappears into the dressing room, coming out with a trail of small feathers behind her.

It doesn’t really suit her all that much, some parts were too tight with large chunks of feathers sticking out and some parts were too loose given that she’s a peahen. Izanami doesn’t really know what to think, she looks around to see if anyone’s watching her, it would be absolutely humiliating if any of her peers were to see her like this, she fiddles with her bangs until they cover her face and her tail curls around her. A moment of weakness was rare for Izanami and she wasn’t taking it well.

(sorry i couldn’t write much :c)

Oh, the reaper had finally come for him, after him escaping her twice, and she had giving him... A dress. Salvador stared at the long v neck, his exposed chest. What a cruel hand faith had given him. The fabric of the clothing was as soft as silk. Expensive looking. Draping over his thin shoulders, drowning his stick like arms. Salvador stared at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but think of those preserved bodies in the city's mausoleum. Skimpy. Withered. The gown somehow accented the hunger he'd experienced in his youth. A hunger, Meloria probably was familiar with. Starvation. Broekeinde was familiar with it as well.
"I am not a dress person," he bounced back to the spirit. Salvador lifted his arms to demonstrate his point. "Maybe find someone with a… Fuller chest."

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"please return them clean." Pause. "So no more blood."

It was... Rather rare that a woman would lend her clothe's to Jon, even more rare that it actually fit him since those who were above 6ft weren't that common "Huh, not a bad style." he chuckled lightly.

He was lucky enough she didn't wear anything overly feminine, yet he would've probably rock'd it anyways. He went to put on the cargo pants, the tank top and finished up with placing the jacket over. Funnily enough, he did not hate it. It was a little bit closer to his usual style, she had good taste. And it fit him pretty neatly. She was slightly taller than he was, but both of them were pretty bulky. So the cloth would fit comfortable.

He chuckled lightly as he stretched up "Man I'm lucky as hell you were around, I kinda forgot to make the flame proof enchantment on the other and well... Ye know... Bright side, once I'll bring them back yours will be flame proof if they weren't already because IIIIIII get the feeling you will kill me if I bring you back crispy cloth's, ahahah! "I'll bring them back as soon as I get my other cloth. Thanks by the way, if you ever need help with something feel free to ask!"

Jonathan's cloth tend to be high fantasy medieval stuff. He wears a jacket, theirs a lot of belts and buckles on what he wears because he carries money bags (obviously wouldnt leave his money bag there), gourd and stuff. I havn't exactly drawn all the shit he has though. He would technically have more to carry his weapons but obviously he's not going to pass his weapons. So just like, fantasy boots, baggy pants, a scarf thingy around his waiste, a buttoned up shirt, jacket and fingerless gloves.

v ADFVDFFGDSFG OH NO, POOR CUPID XD That was a nice response.

There was a straight, deadpanned look on Cupid's face as they stared down at themselves. Her arms turning as she closer examined the clothes that now covered her. To say this was different from her usual style would be an understatement... Even her go to combat outfit was vastly different from what she wore now. Everything was far too loose against her body. And it wasn't only because of the size difference between her and the guardian. The feline just wasn't a fan of baggy clothes in the first place. 

"As much as I appreciate this..." Cupid's words slowly trailed off as though speechless. She genuinely just did not know what to say. Unlike Jon who pulled off the look flawlessly, Cupid felt like a damn stray getting drowned by dozens of blankets.

So after a few more seconds of just standing there, she finally moved to remove the jacket. With an apologetic look in her eyes, she held it out again for the man to take back. "Thank you, really... But I think just the shirt will be fine while I wait for my own clothes dry off..." With the difference in height, surely the shirt alone would do its job in covering whatever needs to be covered.

@ np feel free to choose which one to use :>

v // HEHE FOLLOW UP DKJHDSFHS //

Valnier shifted the flowing yellow bit of the robe so that the straps rested perfectly on his shoulders. If he was going to wear someone else's clothes, he would TRY to be presentable. No matter how Sigmar damn annoying, it was to wear. This was of no fault of Onsaemiro or the clothes as far as he could tell. The robes were perfectly drawn against his chest and the pants were not uncomfortable. But no matter how he felt, something ITCHED. "Sigmar, damn it all-" He muttered as he tried to pull some of the tight robes away to alleviate the itch.

His annoyance that the itch did not stop, quickly became anger. In spite of this he looked himself up and down in a nearby mirror. Vanity was a sin, but by Sigamr did he look GOOD. Nothing was focused for war or survival. It was just nice to wear, even if it irritated his wrinkled skin. But that could be fixed with some medicine or even some small adjustments to the outfit. A flicker of happiness warmed him as he turned to the monk. "If it would not be too rude of me to inquire. Would you have a spare? One a bit less tight would do, but have one such as this for leisure would be.........preferable."

NP: the fit is hard to describe so here is- the Gallery