Yeah. Yeah. Yep. That. Yeah.
Abraham had, actually, cared a lot about his clothing once. But the jaguar had slowly pulled away that part of his brain, leaving it threadbare, looking like the carpet of a too-used cat tower. He didn't often shift without stripping down first these days, but it was already a habit and an interest lost.
"Yeah," he said dumbly. And was realizing he didn't like any of the cream and rED RED RED DREW STOP WRITING GOLD I SWEAR TO GOD PLEASE JUST USE THE RIGHT WORDS ONE TIME IN ONE POST FUUUUUUUUUCK options. It was a good color combination. He just... didn't like any. Or they were good and he just wasn't- cut out for them? Or?
He wished he could just ask Asha for help with this, because she'd know what she wanted him to look like. And he didn't know. And.
"I guess... this one?" he said, pulling out an
option and very luckily not making eye contact with the price tag.
"I don't know if I'm supposed to have a..."Whatever the fabric thing was? He pointed at the loose bit in the plastic. Or it looked loose. Maybe it was attached?!