(Even the bathrobes are too fucking big, he finds as it drags behind him with every step, with how it even covers his hands in their entirety. See, this is what he doesn't like about being without his dress. Back at that fucking tent, there was nothing that was his size. At least having his dress a. is edgy as fuck and b. fits him properly.
He's not putting his boots back on, so he'll just carry all his folded laundry and shoes with him until they arrive at Squalo's place. Setting things at a corner, Feitan doesn't particularly look impressed, he doesn't know what a place like that means, and even if he did, it's not luxury that's going to get him going.
That poor demon they roughed up was much more like it.)
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He's not putting his boots back on, so he'll just carry all his folded laundry and shoes with him until they arrive at Squalo's place. Setting things at a corner, Feitan doesn't particularly look impressed, he doesn't know what a place like that means, and even if he did, it's not luxury that's going to get him going.
That poor demon they roughed up was much more like it.)