No clone from Kamino to the backwater planets on the outer rim could ever imagine themselves in much else other than their GAR issued clothes, their blacks, officer uniforms, and armor. It just wasn't something they could do. a bunch of men, raised since their creation in the labs on Kamino in specific outfits and never anything else. It was harder for them to wrap their heads around the Guard. Assigned to Coruscant as a military police, the guard had such a large access to clothes, the thought of simple armor, blacks and officer uniforms no longer appealed to the Guard. every Guard was so unique and yet- had no idea their impact on other clones. The way clones would stare, wishing to touch, to understand. If a GAR boy wanted to change it up, it was hard, trying to get a Guard boy to help them in the slightest was harder.