Syfyre
Lost in my mind
"You look like the proper succubus." Valir joked, untying his arm sling and removing his vest. "Uh, sir, you really should use the dressing room..." The clerk said, gesturing towards the doors at the back. Valir had already taken the shirt off of the display and was sizing it to himself, feeling the material and checking it for flaws. "And that one is for display only..." The man said helplessly. Valir ignored him and nodded approvingly at the shirt. "I'll take it, and whatever she's getting. Does that work for you, or does it have to match Figro's eyes?" He asked Keke sarcastically as he removed the ruined shirt, catching the pistol and bag of belli as it slipped out of his belt. "Whoops, forgot about that." He said, tucking both away. He moved to put on the shirt and a set of crossed scars on his left shoulder could just be seen before he buttoned up the new tunic. "And how do I look?" He asked Keke as he rolled up the cuffs to his elbows.