[ Kira has the opposite luck. She emerges with him to consider the corner mirror, but only in one of the two outfits she had deemed barely tolerable. The brown undershirt runs long like a tunic, all the way to her knees with two slits up the side, but the forearm cuffs are banded gold. Over it she wears a golden vest that dusts down to her boots as well.
With the curls still in her hair from letting it loose after all this time, she looks like a senator or an ambassador, not the galaxy's most efficient serial killer. ]
You're right.
[ She hates her own clothes too. Too light, not like her at all. That's the point, of course. But it sits poorly with her to look in the mirror and see … a human being. She doesn't look like a weapon, like this, and being anything more had been what got her into this trouble with Ben Solo in the first place.
She hasn't yet imagined a future beyond it that doesn't involve somehow remaining as she is. She doesn't know how to be anything else.
But Ben looks ridiculous, and so it's worth announcing that they're both in bad shape shopping around here. The colors are nice, and the design makes it apparent just how he could take better advantage of his blessings were he anything less than a dirty smuggler, but the ill fit keeps her from focusing too long on 'uwu Ben Solo.' She glances away from him. ]
We'll hire a tailor.
[ There's no way around it for him, at least. And Kira doesn't have any particular compunctions against using the Force to, well, force someone into their service while they're here. They'll be gone back into hyperspace before anyone knows what hit them anyway. ]
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With the curls still in her hair from letting it loose after all this time, she looks like a senator or an ambassador, not the galaxy's most efficient serial killer. ]
You're right.
[ She hates her own clothes too. Too light, not like her at all. That's the point, of course. But it sits poorly with her to look in the mirror and see … a human being. She doesn't look like a weapon, like this, and being anything more had been what got her into this trouble with Ben Solo in the first place.
She hasn't yet imagined a future beyond it that doesn't involve somehow remaining as she is. She doesn't know how to be anything else.
But Ben looks ridiculous, and so it's worth announcing that they're both in bad shape shopping around here. The colors are nice, and the design makes it apparent just how he could take better advantage of his blessings were he anything less than a dirty smuggler, but the ill fit keeps her from focusing too long on 'uwu Ben Solo.' She glances away from him. ]
We'll hire a tailor.
[ There's no way around it for him, at least. And Kira doesn't have any particular compunctions against using the Force to, well, force someone into their service while they're here. They'll be gone back into hyperspace before anyone knows what hit them anyway. ]