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Ember motioned to recall the pixels, but Cat bundled the clothes closer to her ample chest, clutching them protectively.
<span class="mu-b">“Hey, now! I never said that I didn’t want to keep them. I’m not going out as ‘Black Cat’ <span class="mu-i">every</span> single night.”</span> she said, giving the costume another assessing look. <span class="mu-b">“Some nights, I just want to go out as the baddest bitch in the building. Is that too much to ask?”</span>
Black Cat held the jacket up to her chest and stared down at it. Flint scratched his head in confusion.
<span class="mu-g">“Don’t you know how to make your own clothes?”</span> he asked.
<span class="mu-r">“You do? Do you think you can make a little something for me?”</span> Araña said, striking a pose as if to model for her.
<span class="mu-b">“Aww, aren't you cute as a button.”</span> Felicia cooed. <span class="mu-b">“I’d love to dress you up, sweet pea. You'd be like the daughter that I don't plan on having.”</span>
Araña ground her teeth together, and she nearly stamped her foot in protest. But for the sake of receiving free clothes, she held her sharp tongue.
<span class="mu-r">“I'm not your dress-up doll, lady. And I'm definitely not wearing any cutesy shit.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“Whatever you say, my precocious little pickpocket.”</span> Black Cat said in baby-speak, reaching out to tousle her hair. Araña smacked her hand away, looking annoyed.
Ember ignored the entire fiasco and regarded Flint with a critical eye. After a moment of consideration, she waved her hand dismissively.
<span class="mu-r">“Eh, there wouldn't be much of a point in making clothes for you.”</span>
Flint’s shoulders sank a bit at that, but he didn't look terribly put out by her decision.
Instead, she focused on Hobie. The man gave her a look that you could only describe as “slightly challenging”. It didn't take her very long to decide what he should wear, though.
And as soon as it materialized, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to stare. In Hobie's hands, he held a new suit that wasn't terribly different from his current one.
The material of his mask, gauntlets and chest-piece appeared to be made from a sort of durable, lightweight metal, while the navy blue bodysuit that he wore underneath was made from cloth. The utility belt on this suit had less pouches, and his cape was shorter, but the general look and color scheme of his outfit had more or less remained the same.
Prowler made a thoughtful noise as he inspected it.
<span class="mu-g">“Not bad. Mind if I keep this?”</span> he asked.
Ember had a complicated expression on her face.
<span class="mu-r">“You do realize that each and every one of you responded with ‘not bad’, right? Does that mean that you like it?”</span> she replied.
You, Cat and Prowler traded glances, unsure what to say. Then, all at once, you all gave her your opinion on the suits she gave you, your voices overlapping over one another. They were all very nice, after all.
She looked satisfied at that, but you were quick to remind her that she’d forgotten someone.
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