"Perfect." He spins around and does a completely necessary flip. To test the structural integrity of this sweatshirt of course.

"That looks good on you. More .. modern? Less of..." He struggles for a moment to come up with a way to say that it makes him look like a normal person. Like someone not tied to the clan they were born into and groomed for their whole lives. Wearing anything else is almost an act of defiance at this point.

"Less like we did when we were younger."

Their father is turning over in his grave already.