“you know i honestly don’t see the point in dressing so frivolously to an event in which we, lowbloods, or well i, will be looked down upon,” kankri said, sat on the sofa in the corner of the dressing room. he watched as you walked in time after time, outfit after outfit, seeking his opinion.

in which he gave, honestly. perhaps a bit…too honest?

“are you really going to wear that? i believe colours such as those don’t exactly flatter you’re features and before you begin about me not understanding such things, i have prepared an extensive document in which we can walk through after this whole ordeal so we may bother be educated and-“

kankris voice is cut short, as your hands reach out to cover his lips. his eyebrows furrow, deadpanning at you.

“excuse me, i wasn’t done,” kankri said, his voice muffled as he cocks his brow at you expectantly