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Horuss had been looking over his clothing attire. Sure, he liked it. But when he looked around, he never really saw anyone else wear such odd style. He did like the Steam-punk look he had. But it wasn't that common...at all. That wouldn't make him a hipster...right? Nah. Probably not. But it made him stand out a little more than he would like. So he decided to head over to the person he knew was most known for her fashion sense. Porrim. After asking around a bit, it didn't take long before he tracked down the address to her dorm. He walked down the hall, his boots making an audible tapping noise as it hit the tiled floors. After a few minutes, he had made it too Porrim's. He was about to knock on the door when self-doubt started to creep up on him. He knew he had always been odd when it came to meeting or talking to anyone in general. Which is why he didn't have many friends to begin with. But either way, it was strange. He took a deep breath, mentally giving himself a pep talk. He could do this, it would be good for him. Just smile like Meulin told him too, don't look intimidating. Be polite. Another deep breath. His heart was pounding and he felt his hands start to sweat a bit. He had to get over this. It wasn't too much of a big deal right? To ask someone you don't even know for fashion advice? Was she even nice? He shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts away. She had too be. She couldn't be so well known by other's otherwise right? No more time to think. He knocked on her door, hoping that she was in the room. Another part of him hoped otherwise though.