[ A regular type of clothing that he most certainly wasn’t used to. Loosened cuffs and a well fitted dress shirt wasn’t so obnoxious on him after all though, the longer he relaxed and got out of the grandiose of his white jacket. Only thing he’d have preferred was if he got decked out in black. But, even Ragna knew that beggars couldn’t be choosers on their predicament.

That, and…the less questions that get (inevitably) asked about his arm and why that whole sleeve underneath was staying on, the better. Another reason why he second-guessed the Great Tit! t-shirt. ]

Tacky’s a…uh, real polite way of putting it.

[ And as such, he’s on her wavelength in that respect, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he dries his hand clean on a gilded hand towel provided. ]

Seriously, what the hell were they thinking stealing the clothes off my back?

[ And he presumes off Weiss’ too. But when she gives the go ahead for them to get ready to hit the Casino, he lets go of his earlier frustration over outfit compromises with a more calming sigh. ]

Sure. I’m feelin’ pretty good too now.

[ Really good actually. The food and dessert were a bigger pick-me-up than he thought they’d be. This was a much needed change of pace. …even if he had to contend with a tiny Schnee along the way. ]