Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160718203543/@comment-5543592-20160722204855

"You've gotta own it."

"Own it?" Scire asked, frowning at his reflection. He wore an elaborate pure black suit, with embroidery on the shoulders that ended in wide hanging cuffs with matching embroidery. It was belted at the waist with a blue sash of silk, and ended in knee-length skirt of a tunic. Long, baggy black pants came out from underneath the suit and ended in leather shoes the colour of midnight.

"Make it fit ya.  Right now you look like'a clown.  But if ya puff up, stand with your back straight, stick your chest out a bit, straighten yer shoulders, it'll look good on you."

Scire did what he said, flexing his chest to show under the shirt definition, straighting his shoulders so that he looked broader, and stopped slouching so that he seemed just a bit taller than he already was.

"Alright, come on, do what I said." Crimson urged.

"I did." Scire said, the air going out of him.

"Oh." Crimson said, patting the Dunmer on the back. "Ya know what, you were already wearin' so well, I didn't notice."

'You said I looked like a clown."

"Clowns are great!  You wish ya could dress like a clown."

"Yes, I envy the day I put on face make-up and cover myself in miss-matching colours."

Crimson frowned. "That's what clowns do?"

"Uh, yeah.  What did you think clowns did?"

"I 'un know, I just hear they're funny looking."

Scire shook his head and walked off, figuring he looked fine in the outfit.