>>5688699Thistle looks over himself, now donning a dark-green hued duster. As well as tweed pants and a roulette wheel with brown wooden accents as a hat, both tinted in a likewise subdued green. A pair of dark whole cut shoes adorn your feet. A gray-gold tie and vest, with a white buttoned shirt underneath to complete the outfit.
“Woah, both of ya’ stand back, and be amazed at the monolith of style before you!” Thistle says standing proud in his new attire, rubbing his bark knuckles against his chest with a cracked grin. He’s wearing a suit while his partners in crime wear measly armor. They must be so-
“You look like a salesman with the poorest fashion taste possible.” Catti says with the subtlety of a punch to the gut. As she looks upon her dear friends dark green fit.
“How is a suit and pants combo poor taste? This is one of da’ classics!”
“Thistle, nobody wears a dark green suit. If it was purple or black it’d look nice but as of right now it’s…clownish.” She gestures to his roulette styled hat.
“Hey, clowns worked for royalty!” Thistle chides back with a smile.
“It certainly suits you then.” Catti jokes with a smirk.
Berdly interjects and pats Thistle’s back with a wing.
“I think his outfit is rather nice. Not nearly as good as mine. But the suit and hat combo is always rather euphoric, if only Thistle had a Fedora then it would be much better.” The bird backs up the birch with pride.
“See? At least Berdly has a sense of a fashion.” Thistle says smugly as Berdly fiddled with his orange eye lens while making silent laser sounds with his mouth, he doesn’t think they are audible but they are.
“Mmhmm.” The witch says with a smirk. She reaches in her pocket for her phone and feels her heart stop as she feels not her comfort box, but something else suddenly appear in her tubby paws. A purple scepter with a deep blue jewel atop of it, deep amethyst metal twined around the stone.
