@briyr ft. harvey: is that my jacket?
" good eye, kinkle. i'm surprised you noticed. " catching harvey's reflection behind him in the full length mirror, he gives him an impish wink before returning his attention to the matter of his own visage. nick adjusts his collar, frowns, then readjusts it. the jacket was certainly better than it had been when he first pried it from the depths of harvey's wardrobe, but he still couldn't help but feel like someone playing at being mortal. luckily, he'd always been a superb actor. " as you can see, i've made a few modifications — the sleeves were too long. " a needle and thread had made quick work of that. as for the color? a simple tailoring charm had changed the denim it from true blue to a much more flatting charcoal. plus, he'd done away with that hideous sherpa collar, opting for clean lines instead. and there were the buttons, once dull brass, now gleaming silver. but other than that, it was essentially the same jacket. " well? how do i look? passably mortal? "
