“So.” Enna towered menacingly over Isabelle, who was currently being forced to sit on her knees. The merchant’s smile twitched at the corners. “What d’ya haf ta say fer yerself?”
“... Sorry. We got too excited.” Isabelle stiffly apologized, frozen by Enna’s glare.
“Damn straight, ya did! He’s a big customer, ya know!”
“I couldn't help it!” she snapped back. “It was a woofie, y’know?! A fluffy boy! He had the ears ‘n tail, ‘n everything! Those were some high-quality goods; how could I call myself a crafter if I didn't get excited to make something out of that?! Ugh—that aloof look… bronze skin… chiseled abs… Do you understand how much I wanted to lic-- uh, how inspiring that sight was?! That woofie is a muse! An Adonis, I tell you!”
“... There was something a bit dangerous mixed in there, but I get it,” Gen and Louis nodded in understanding.
“... Are we the weird ones?” Lily consulted Enna, who looked like she had just taken extreme mental damage.
“Not a chance.”
“Anyways, are all of you guys, uh… Travelers?” Louis asked Isabelle, carefully using the term ‘Traveler’ instead of ‘player’ after glancing at Enna.
“Oh, yes!” Isabelle got up and dusted herself off, having forgotten that she was supposed to be getting scolded. “Ms. Enna wanted to sell the… other world’s fashion, so she hired us to design clothes. Mmm… but as I thought, designing clothes for a person in front of me is much, much better.”
A seamstress poked her head out of the back room.
“Hello? We’ve finished dressing Mr. Fenris.”
“Wait, already?!” Louis checked his in-game clock. “I thought you were just measuring him today. It hasn't even been an hour yet!”
“Yep,” Enna gave a proud, if not somewhat exhausted grin. “As weird as they are sometimes, them gals are reaaal good at what they do. Go ahead an’ bring ‘im out, ladies!”
Fenris looked surprisingly comfortable as he walked into the room, despite his total unfamiliarity with the new style of clothes he was wearing; not that he was particularly fashion-aware in the first place—but the outfit was unique, even by Gen and Louis’s standards.
The charcoal grey, cropped halter turtleneck left Fenris’s defined midriff and back completely exposed; however, a black, hooded bolero shrouded his large shoulders, also helping to soften his otherwise imposing frame. Its hood had small ‘pockets’, designed to fit around Fenris’s wolf ears as they poked through the top.
His cargo garter pants—basically cargo shorts with the pant legs suspended by straps—gave Fenris a slightly more rugged look while also giving a glimpse of his bare thighs.
“I wasn't expecting cyberpunk in a fantasy setting, but it looks good on him,” Gen nodded approvingly.
Lily, on the other hand, seemed a bit troubled.
“... Isn't he showing too much skin?”
“Are you his mom or something?” Louis retorted. “It's not that much compared to what some other people have been making, anyways.”
“Bikini armor is going too far in the first place…”
“... Well, that's true.” Louis conceded, before remembering something. “Enna was trying to market our world’s fashion, right? Bikini armor is… definitely out, but what do you think of Fen’s clothes, Enna?”
“...”
“... Enna?”
“Oh my god.” Enna had an incredible nosebleed. “I… I get it now.”
Gen put an understanding hand on Enna’s shoulder as she was taken into Isabelle’s gentle embrace.
“That's right…” Isabelle said with a compassionate smile. “Boy midriff… is truly a wonderful thing.”
Enna sobbed into her shoulder, mumbling something about ‘animal-ear hoods’ and ‘thigh windows’. Louis and the seamstresses watched over them with a warm, satisfied faces, as though a remotely meaningful resolution had been reached.
Fenris didn't really understand what was going on, but his new clothes were comfy, and that was good.
“... If you come here again, make sure you have somebody else with you.” Lily had a premonition that something dangerous would happen to Fenris if he came alone.
“?? Okay.”
———
(EXTRA: Regarding beastkin fashion…)
Beyond their traditional outfits, beastkin tend to focus primarily on the practicality of their equipment. Cloaks are most often used to hide one’s features from view; as such, hoods designed to show off one’s animal attributes are practically unheard of.
For similar reasons, revealing clothing is also unusual for beastkin, as their body shape can be used to predict their movements to a certain extent. Unlike ear hoods, however, lighter clothing is still favored by some beastkin due to the greater range of motion it provides.
———
(EXTRA 2:)
“The defensive value for Fenris’s gear is actually pretty high,” Isabelle proudly explained. “We used Aegis Ram fleece for the halter top, which extends the protection to his exposed areas. We went a biiit over budget, so I had to spend some of my own money for this… but it was totally worth it!”
“... Setting aside the fact that you somehow used even more money than what Fen gave you, is it really alright for you to be paying for a customer’s order?” Louis asked.
“It's her money, so she kin spend it how she wants,” Enna scoffed, trying to put on a cold demeanor—which was immediately betrayed by her worried sigh. “Haah… But what if she gets tricked by a bad guy…? Shed I just scold ‘er now? Ahh, but nothing’s actually happened yet, so maybe that's a bit…”
“... Are you her mom or something?"
“So.” Enna towered menacingly over Isabelle, who was currently being forced to sit on her knees. The merchant’s smile twitched at the corners. “What d’ya haf ta say fer yerself?”
“... Sorry. We got too excited.” Isabelle stiffly apologized, frozen by Enna’s glare.
“Damn straight, ya did! He’s a big customer, ya know!”
“I couldn't help it!” she snapped back. “It was a woofie, y’know?! A fluffy boy! He had the ears ‘n tail, ‘n everything! Those were some high-quality goods; how could I call myself a crafter if I didn't get excited to make something out of that?! Ugh—that aloof look… bronze skin… chiseled abs… Do you understand how much I wanted to lic-- uh, how inspiring that sight was?! That woofie is a muse! An Adonis, I tell you!”
“... There was something a bit dangerous mixed in there, but I get it,” Gen and Louis nodded in understanding.
“... Are we the weird ones?” Lily consulted Enna, who looked like she had just taken extreme mental damage.
“Not a chance.”
“Anyways, are all of you guys, uh… Travelers?” Louis asked Isabelle, carefully using the term ‘Traveler’ instead of ‘player’ after glancing at Enna.
“Oh, yes!” Isabelle got up and dusted herself off, having forgotten that she was supposed to be getting scolded. “Ms. Enna wanted to sell the… other world’s fashion, so she hired us to design clothes. Mmm… but as I thought, designing clothes for a person in front of me is much, much better.”
A seamstress poked her head out of the back room.
“Hello? We’ve finished dressing Mr. Fenris.”
“Wait, already?!” Louis checked his in-game clock. “I thought you were just measuring him today. It hasn't even been an hour yet!”
“Yep,” Enna gave a proud, if not somewhat exhausted grin. “As weird as they are sometimes, them gals are reaaal good at what they do. Go ahead an’ bring ‘im out, ladies!”
Fenris looked surprisingly comfortable as he walked into the room, despite his total unfamiliarity with the new style of clothes he was wearing; not that he was particularly fashion-aware in the first place—but the outfit was unique, even by Gen and Louis’s standards.
The charcoal grey, cropped halter turtleneck left Fenris’s defined midriff and back completely exposed; however, a black, hooded bolero shrouded his large shoulders, also helping to soften his otherwise imposing frame. Its hood had small ‘pockets’, designed to fit around Fenris’s wolf ears as they poked through the top.
His cargo garter pants—basically cargo shorts with the pant legs suspended by straps—gave Fenris a slightly more rugged look while also giving a glimpse of his bare thighs.
“I wasn't expecting cyberpunk in a fantasy setting, but it looks good on him,” Gen nodded approvingly.
Lily, on the other hand, seemed a bit troubled.
“... Isn't he showing too much skin?”
“Are you his mom or something?” Louis retorted. “It's not that much compared to what some other people have been making, anyways.”
“Bikini armor is going too far in the first place…”
“... Well, that's true.” Louis conceded, before remembering something. “Enna was trying to market our world’s fashion, right? Bikini armor is… definitely out, but what do you think of Fen’s clothes, Enna?”
“...”
“... Enna?”
“Oh my god.” Enna had an incredible nosebleed. “I… I get it now.”
Gen put an understanding hand on Enna’s shoulder as she was taken into Isabelle’s gentle embrace.
“That's right…” Isabelle said with a compassionate smile. “Boy midriff… is truly a wonderful thing.”
Enna sobbed into her shoulder, mumbling something about ‘animal-ear hoods’ and ‘thigh windows’. Louis and the seamstresses watched over them with a warm, satisfied faces, as though a remotely meaningful resolution had been reached.
Fenris didn't really understand what was going on, but his new clothes were comfy, and that was good.
“... If you come here again, make sure you have somebody else with you.” Lily had a premonition that something dangerous would happen to Fenris if he came alone.
“?? Okay.”
———
(EXTRA: Regarding beastkin fashion…)
Beyond their traditional outfits, beastkin tend to focus primarily on the practicality of their equipment. Cloaks are most often used to hide one’s features from view; as such, hoods designed to show off one’s animal attributes are practically unheard of.
For similar reasons, revealing clothing is also unusual for beastkin, as their body shape can be used to predict their movements to a certain extent. Unlike ear hoods, however, lighter clothing is still favored by some beastkin due to the greater range of motion it provides.
———
(EXTRA 2:)
“The defensive value for Fenris’s gear is actually pretty high,” Isabelle proudly explained. “We used Aegis Ram fleece for the halter top, which extends the protection to his exposed areas. We went a biiit over budget, so I had to spend some of my own money for this… but it was totally worth it!”
“... Setting aside the fact that you somehow used even more money than what Fen gave you, is it really alright for you to be paying for a customer’s order?” Louis asked.
“It's her money, so she kin spend it how she wants,” Enna scoffed, trying to put on a cold demeanor—which was immediately betrayed by her worried sigh. “Haah… But what if she gets tricked by a bad guy…? Shed I just scold ‘er now? Ahh, but nothing’s actually happened yet, so maybe that's a bit…”
“... Are you her mom or something?"
