The next day, Muckle was extremely happy. He had always been teased because of his taste in wardrobe. Embroidered edges, embossed designs, colorful and layered fabric. Muckle reveled in planning his outfit every day.
When going about his adventures selling Malkin goods and expanding their network, many of the people he met along the way were often dazzled by his clothing. He looked rich and that helped him seal many deals.
But Jay and Kason wore much simpler kaunaks. And no matter how much he tried, he could never get them to try the clothing he had picked out for them.
Until today.
Muckle hummed as he went about the shop pulling things off the shelves and heading upstairs. Laying out serval options, he called Jay and Kason into his room.
"Do you know what time it is?" Kason asked, yawning.
"Of course I do." Muckle said. "It wouldn't have been much longer before you needed to wake anyway." Waving to the options lying across the bed and couch, he continued. "Pick one."
