@noisester • BEHOLD!! The long-awaited Great Gremlin Crossover™, tonight on your TV channel of choice.
These... how had The Painter called them again? 'Duds'? Yes, these duds, they were a reward, a gesture of gratitude for putting his paintings back together. And normally Pizzelle wouldn't look at a gift horse in the mouth, but— " I-I know— I just don't think they're my style, is... all. " —the bright plain color choices, the patterns, these were gaudy, to put it lightly. " S-some of these make me look like a walking Christmas present... " He would've preferred no reward at all as long as that gun was kept as far away from him as possible.
" Noooonsense, hun. " At least someone was enjoying browsing the rack full to the brim with hats, aprons and bowties. Pink-mitten-wearing hands pulled one of the hangers out— " I think purple makes you look very handsome. " —and held it between him and the mirror. " See? It matches your eyes~ . " A brow furrowed unsurely to this reflection, a loud GASP interrupting him even before he opened his mouth. " OH this is soooooo cute too!! " One hanger was quickly switched with another, a pale yellow uniform with dark orange accents hanging from the latter. " You look like caramel pudding! " She said this before holding a hand over his mouth and giggling, to which—
" I... guess it does, yeah. " —also tugged a grin on his face, catching a glimpse of it in the mirror before his glance locked onto Rosette. " Still, I— I think I'm more comfortable wearing what I brought here. " Cue a beat. " Oh— " Knowing the predicament they were in, he'd feel terrible if he rained on his girlfriend's parade, especially. " —b-but you can have them! Maybe— maybe Marble would like a new bowtie for a change? "
That hanger almost flew off her hands as she jumped, gasping once again. " How could I forget about Marble?! " She pulled away, humming a merry tune as she skimmed over the wide selection of duds they had collected. For a moment, it looked like she was going to take just one with her, but— " I wonder what colors would he like the most... I know! " —in Rosette fashion, she grabbed the entire rack. Including the one hanger she'd already been holding. " I'll have him try ALL of them! " And off she went. " Oh Maaaaaaarble~ . " Off to find the Croakolate.
And he would've followed her, of course; he refused to be in that art exhibition for any longer than he needed to. Revisiting levels he knew had been destroyed was... eerie, to say the least. However, one last look at the mirror and—
" ...Huh? " —the yellow clothes, the grin; his earlier reflection had become frozen.
