[If she doesn't get to him first, Nanao, but that's a question for another time entirely. Since right now she's got other business to attend to and it's whatever is going on with this poor guy. Like the colors. And the everything else.]

Well~ You never know when who you're getting into the business of is someone that wants you nosing in with commentary and some take offense to it and their ire turns to you instead. Not that I really care, just know people who would. [She can think of at least one right off the top of her head.

His dumb look about all of it and the comments is almost precious in a way, he really has no idea how terrible that looks.] You... really don't see what's wrong with it? Why is it always me that has to do this... [Because someone is way too into fashion is why, but details are unimportant.]

Let me make this simple for you then, darlin', out of the tiny bit of goodness in my long dead heart. The colors clash, the clothing choices together clash. If you're wearing a cardigan why the fuck is it open? That's just lazy. And three-quarter pants went out of style aaaaages ago. [In fact, she's actually going to look at her phone for a second as she starts typing in something to it. She's quiet as she does so until she looks back up and her disgust has turned into a fang-filled grin.]

Maybe I'm feeling like a good samaritan today since evidently I gotta start all over while I'm here...