What...Oh dear, what the hell is he doing in formal native wear?! ...why didn't he put on Cinder's white coat? He's standing (actually standing, having reminded himself) in long, very see-through layers of cloth that look more like controlled liquid-smoke. Arm bands and ankle bands adorn, as does a wide neck decoration very vaguely reminiscent of Egyptian collars of state. Ai yah. His headdress is on. And so is the formal makeup. Face paint more like, but still.
Don't mind him. He's standing there blushing like mad and trying to disappear into the wall.::
In the ballroom. Not here. Not. HERE!
What...Oh dear, what the hell is he doing in formal native wear?! ...why didn't he put on Cinder's white coat? He's standing (actually standing, having reminded himself) in long, very see-through layers of cloth that look more like controlled liquid-smoke. Arm bands and ankle bands adorn, as does a wide neck decoration very vaguely reminiscent of Egyptian collars of state.
Ai yah. His headdress is on. And so is the formal makeup. Face paint more like, but still.
Don't mind him. He's standing there blushing like mad and trying to disappear into the wall.::