Seeing as it was a special event he was attending, one of powerful figures from all across the world, the stressed consultant didn't take kindly to the outfit he was wearing. He stood there, watching as the girl held her hand to her chin, inspecting the garments on his body.
"What's up?' Bastian asked.
"...You're not seriously attending the Festivities of the Blessed wearing this, are you?" She asked, "You're an Invictus now! Every factor will play into your ranking!"
"Cut me a break, will you?" Bastian pulled away, though to no avail dissuading the consultant's notion, "Look, all my clothes are like this. I'm an adventurer, you know, not some formal party-goer."
"If that's the case, at least let me fix up your hair then," Adelheid suggested, reaching her hand up as she softly grabbed a strand of his light-brown wool, "You look like an unbrushed sheep."
