[ If he were Floyd he would likely be thrashing again to look for the opportunity to snap his teeth on one of the ribbons to free himself, but Jade only subtly shifts and flexes in hopes to earn a little enough wiggle. Yet when the pants come out of the closet the merman's head tilts to look them over.

They were perfect for a hunter like Rook, when he thinks about it. A wonderful camouflage and their embedded dirt and plant matter only add to that. It's easy to imagine what he must have smelled like---a warm sun and dry, thick grass. Dust and earth. It's different than what he loves about the mountains, but if he wouldn't dry out in such heat it would be a pleasure to experience all the same. Would Rook grow bored of all of the extravagance one day and return to those roots one day? ]

Oh my... They certainly look far more freeing than your newer attire. Vil-san certainly put far more work into you than I had even imagined.