After watching Sol wear his clothes, Mar-Dule turned to Yoon-Jae who hadn't changed, and scowled.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Brother Yoon-Jae, it's really not that bad."
Sol walked over to help Yoon-Jae put on the clothes, but Yoon-Jae shooed him away.
Yoon-Jae then glanced at the clothes and sighed in resignation.
He quickly got out of his comfortable, almost silk-like yellow robes, and into these plain, coarse, brown clothes. However, immediately as he wore them, his body began to itch all over.
It started off small, but soon it felt like there were small ants crawling all over him and nipping his skin continuously.
Yoon-Jae was forced to scratch himself like a dog with flee.
"Ack, this is the worst!"
"Pfft!"
Mar-Dule suddenly covered his mouth and turned away.
Yoon-Jae froze before his face turned red from anger.
