” Is that outfit really appropriate? “
Viv + Rook + hunting gear
The Twi’lek blinked and frowned slightly. “Is that outfit really…” He searched for a word carefully. “appropriate?”
The slender Cathar folded his arms and frowned hard, ears flattening. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Viv said in a soothing tone, raising his hands a bit. “Just…for hunting…”
Rukahr blinked and glanced down at himself. He was wearing what he normally did. Loose sturdy pants with plenty of pockets tucked into knee-high boots. A shirt that hung on him a bit, tucked into a vest with even more pockets, and over it all a heavy leather jacket that was made for someone much broader and fell past his knees. It covered him, concealed him, and was even protective. At least in the places he was used to being. His brow creased a moment and he looked back up.
“…I don’t…have anything else,” he said carefully, trying not to sound disappointed that he might not be hunting at all.
Viv made a soothing noise, coming forward to touch his shoulder gently. “No problem. We got plenty of armor around your size. We can put off leaving an hour or two and get something tweaked out to fit you.”
“You mean Mandalorian armor?” Rook said, tilting his head.
“Well, yes,” the Twi’lek laughed, guiding the other toward the armory. “You are going hunting with Mandalorians.”