North picked at the sleeves of the kosode. It was pretty in an understated way, they supposed, though they knew nothing of fashion; all muted colors and feathered patterns. It had been so long since they had thought about what they looked like that putting on these new clothes made them hyperaware of how everything felt, the cool air on their exposed skin contrasting with the scratch of the unfamiliar fabric against their bare collarbones. The pleated skirt that had hung loose on Zaleos fit more like a miniskirt on them, though they’d pushed it as far down their hips as possible. The boots were the long-lost cousin of theirs, knee-length with a fair bit of heel, and these North laced up last before straightening up.

“They suit you much better than me.” they said to Zaleos, wincing a little as their toes pinched.

shoko adjusted North's scarf " I like the blue, it seems to suit me. but, the flowers are annoying me." they turned to North "not to mention that I'd chew on the hoodie strings. im sorry" (sorry that this was short, im tired and I don't have the motivation nor brain power to write a long post)

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(to next user, they have multiple outfits. so you get to choose! and if you can't see the gallery, PM me and i'll try to fix it.
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"but sweatpants and loose pants, in general, remind me of dresses too much- which you probably don't get- and I wanna avoid that" Shoko muttered. 

"...These skinny jeans are just terrible." Finch was seated on the ground, legs stuck stiffly out in front of them as they wiggled them a little. It was hard to see behind the mask, but their disappointment could just be felt. "I can't even bend the damn knees; how do you walk in these? The shirt's nice though...but these pants are just way too tight. Kid, you need to get some sweatpants or something; you're gonna lose blood flow if you keep wearing this shit."

Sandra  twirls around, letting the dress swirl around her legs. "I could get used to this," she says grinning. She wraps the cape around herself, "Perfect for when I get cold too, the socks are also right up my alley! These shoes are kinda uncomfortable though, I prefer socks." she grins, sitting down and cuddling up in her 'cape'. "Yes, very warm. This will do."

The deity studied herself thouroughly, twisting her torso as much as she could to see how her butt looked in the taller man's trousers. It wasn't as visible as she had hoped. "Hmmm... It doesn't fit very well, but I daresay it looks quite good on me! You have great taste~" She smiled, amused. "I should have someone make something like this for me sometime. Love the gold details."

''What a beautifull taste in clothing! It might be a bit too big, but your style is brilliant!'' She says while inspecting the golden jewellry. ''At first I thought it was just a simple black dress, but look at those details- tho, the crown might be a bit too much on me? It feels so comfortable too, and..'' - ''You know, you should take it back. I dont feel worthy enough to wear this perfect outfit anymore-'' she continues, while slowly and carefully whiping a little jealous tear to not ruin her make up.

"Well it's certainly lovely, and I really appreciate the tailoring." Sedma adjusts the sleeves, the faintest of smiles crossing his face. "But I'm afraid this cut of dress doesn't suit me. It suits its owner much more than myself."

"oh man, oh man, " Salvador muttered to himself, starting at his new clothes. "I feel exposed, " he said as he plucked at the deep V neck., "and cold."  

Like a maniac, Salvador started to rub his hands over his now clearly visible, ink black arms. "I want my clothes back, " he whined. "I don't like this." 

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HDEGGWG DW I LOVE IT

Miso picks at the clothing, looking quite out of place. "This is rather tight," she comments. "Particularly the pants..." They are also very long on her, which she has to bunch up at around her ankles.

She seems to be interested in the staff and lantern though.

Miso throws open her wardrobe, revealing matching sets, if not - then similar designs of different dyes. "I admire your interest. Take as many as you wish."

Chris slowly turned his gaze towards his new outfit, which really wasn't his. A flurry of thoughts and feelings flew within his mind. On one hand, it was something he would never choose to wear. On the other hand... it was far too tight. Since Camille appeared to be shorter and younger than him, they definitely weren't the same size. Camille's clothes were practically squeezing him to death. 

Looking towards the boy and seeing how baggy his own clothes looked on him made Chris chuckle to himself.

"...I think I need those back now."

(I picked the first formal outfit because i liked it a lot)

"..."

jack stared back at his reflection in the mirror. there was something off about the outfit he borrowed from Chris, was the too-wide torso? or the suspenders holding up the freshly ironed pants? he didn't know, but it looked okay with his dark fur and the sleeves of the shirt covered up the scars on his arms.

"im confused, I don't know whether I like this or not. you can have it back now." 

(not the best response but hey I tried)

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pick from the first three outfits on here, please