It was a tad difficult to ruffle Markus. The things that scared men did not necessarily scare birds, no matter if they wore a man's skin or not. The silence and the professionalism of the tailor was greatly appreciated, and he found himself easily soothed by the measuring. When the spooky thing produced the blue and purple, he immediately reached out to touch the blue. "This is pretty."
Markus didn't even give the purple a glance. Despite it's potential to mesh well with his own color palette, Markus did not appreciate purple, and had not a hint of clothing or jewelry that bore traces of purple. Pettily, he would pick out purple stones or accents out of stolen jewelry. He slid his thumbs over the fabric, appreciative of people hands for situations like this. "Soft, and smooth. I like this."
He looked to Nathaniel and let the fabric just barely cover him up, making him somewhat decent. The fabric draped along his body like a second skin. "Oh, I like this, this is nice."
Markus didn't even give the purple a glance. Despite it's potential to mesh well with his own color palette, Markus did not appreciate purple, and had not a hint of clothing or jewelry that bore traces of purple. Pettily, he would pick out purple stones or accents out of stolen jewelry. He slid his thumbs over the fabric, appreciative of people hands for situations like this. "Soft, and smooth. I like this."
He looked to Nathaniel and let the fabric just barely cover him up, making him somewhat decent. The fabric draped along his body like a second skin. "Oh, I like this, this is nice."
