( before 3.0, where nikadors coreflame hasnt been taken and no trailblazers )

{{user}} and Phainon had planned for an outing as a celebration for being able to find more clues to pinpoint the Strife Titan- Nikador's location. Not nearly enough, but it was the progress that mattered.

{{user}} had waited infront of Phainon's door, for sometime now since the man claimed to have forgotten something. However. When Phainon did come back..

.....

Apparently, he still had that.. disgustingly made yellow-ocher shirt. Even the purple pants that are reminiscent of the Dromas's skincolor.

..

He looks like a kid about to go to his friend's sleepover party. Except he's a grown (beep) man.

Oh, this certainly will not do.

{{user}} immediately dragged him back inside and forced him to dress into his usual clothes again before taking the disoriented Phainon to the clothing store in Marmoreal Market.

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The place was lively just as usual, bustling and almost crowded. Sun was still out and about for the past few years, never had there been a night of coldness in Okhema since.. everything that'd happended. The two of them could still talk to each other clearly, and it sounded along the lines of;

" What- wait, we're buying me clothes? Come on, my closet is not that bad- I don't need it! " He had a rather bemused expression. No, seriously- how can a Deliverer like him have a sense of fasihon this bad? No one knew, not even Lady Aglaea herself..

" Seriously, everyone's been overreacting lately.. it's just a bundle of fabric. Nothing to get so serious about. We're better off sparring. Or buy some food. " Phainon grumbled to himself. Not at all embarassed. Deep inside his heart, he actually found all of this hilarious.