Posted Mar 20 2014 - 09:18 PM
It was, perhaps, a great cosmic irony that the man who had seldom been known to wear anything but his standard attire was now situated near the changing rooms of one of Le-Koro's shops, accompanying those for whom an ever-changing outfit was a necessity. The De-Toa stood in the corner, hands in his pockets, looking mildly amused at the proceedings. No outing with this group was complete without someone getting embarrassed, and it seemed Skyra had filled that quota this time.
Idly, Krayn's eyes wandered the store, taking stock of the wares. He could see a men's section a little bit further away, but he made no move to investigate. He had a suit for formal events, a bathing suit for swimming, and he had his coat and uniform for all else. That was, in truth, all he really needed. The coat was most important; He never took it off if he could help it, not even when it was hot. Many of his supplies were in its pockets. That said, however, he did see what looked like a very nice new coat over in the corner.... Perhaps he would take a look before they left.
His musings were cut short, however, when a familiar voice broke the relative quiet.
"Sooo, how do I look?"
The voice, of course, belonged to none other than Hari Korari, Corporal in the Po-Koro Sentinels, and his own significant other. After a few months of hearing it, the De-Toa could recognize that voice anywhere, and this time, it held a very familiar hint of curiosity. He turned, opening his mouth to speak, before stopping.
Oh, Naona was going to be very angry. Maybe more than that time back at Hari's home in Po-Koro.
The Toa of Plantlife had donned a minisirt of rather questionable length, a shirt that exdned down to, by his estimate, roughly the bottom of her rib cage, and over that a leather jacket. In the back of his head, he was vaguely aware that that particular style of jacket had been influenced heavily by similar Gukko Force garments, but truthfully, the thought wasn't exactly the focus of his attention.
"Er." He replied eloquently, as if searching for words, a slight tinge of red present on his face. "Um. You look great, Hari. Really great."
On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?
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