[ kaveh looks. it isn't the first time he's been asked this question, though the last time there had been a man with a bug arm and some kind of joint neurosis involved - this time, kaveh has an armful of what looks to be jackets of various cuts and shades, colours brimming forth from the already bright-yellow of the jacket he's chosen to don today. the blue of the thin, ruffled cotton shirt beneath trails in a way that complements the float of the teal feather tucked behind his ear. across from him, in contrast, is a man wearing the sagacity of the deep night, dark against white on a canvas of sharp lines and narrowed eyes. he is also holding an array of ties. they all happen to be black.

well, kaveh thinks, they're congruent. and then, because he's been asked to, kaveh really takes a look, ]

Well, first is that the blacks have to match. Do you plan on wearing what you've got on already? And where do you plan to go? [ that shouldn't be a question, though, kaveh realises, because this is the city where there really isn't anywhere to go. but it could be a date of some kind, or someone might want to dress up nicely for a fight. kaveh's seen enough these past few days that he's too tired to rule out any shenanigans.

he shifts his bundle of clothing in his arms carefully, then considers the man up and down. down, then with a slow elevator crawl back up in a series of mental measurements. ] And with your height, you'd want a tie that's a little bit shorter, unless you plan to tuck it beneath your lapel. Come here, stand in the light where I can see you a little better. Is your suit cotton? Did you have it tailored?