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[defiant_rage]

['Moramee has been wandering around the ship, making his rounds as always. Today he has stopped by the formally-stocked Bazaar.

He takes one of the suits in his giant fist, and observes it flippantly. He's not being careful with it in the slightest, either-- one can probably hear his claws raking the fabric.What idiocy is this? I'm going to assume

Comments

[phasebitchin]

Gentle, Ripa. Gentle. You're supposed to wear whatever it is you're holding, not tear it in half.

[Does she know what he's doing or does she know Ripa? You decide!]

[defiant_rage]

Why would I possibly care about these... garments?

[He then holds a suit up to his communicator and tears it in half effortlessly--not to mention loudly. Just for you, Lilith!]

[phasebitchin]

For one, your "ugh" factor might go down a notch. You should do something with your armor once in a while.

[... And she's getting ideas.]

[defiant_rage]

My armor is ceremonial, I must wear it. And to alter it is heresy. In That being said I do wash both it and myself, I am not some... crude beast.