Private Finished Into the Wardrobe

“So, what’d you think of Jeremiah? Those teeth are really something aren’t they?” Gulliver laughed, gently punching the regalia’s shoulder. He’d wanted to show his mirror faced friend this particular pet for a while now, but the others personality made something a little bit grotesque like that a bit much for him. It was only due to a little bit of coercing that he got him to agree to it.
“And here we are, the wardrobe. It’s no Narnia, but it might as well be.” He said, tossing open an elaborate golden trimmed armoire, although in reality it was merely a door. Inside there was a massive room, filled to the brim with elaborate pieces of clothing for both men and women, each made so they magically fit the wearers body.

”Feel free to go wild, try on anything you like.” The being of greed said, clapping twice, all the racks of clothing on the walls floating down and arranging themselves as if an elaborate dressing room. Most of the feminine garments were still up in the air, but should he clap again, they’d switch places.

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“Well, I decided I should at least beef it up a little before I showed you, it was a little bare before that.” Gulliver commented, looking over the room and nodding in a pleased manner.

“Fancy is how they should be, I don’t have a top of the line seamstress in house for nothing.” He said, taking the time to look through some of the clothes. The majority of these weren’t created for Gulliver to wear in his ordinary form, instead being made with the intention of being worn while he was in one of his many mimicked appearances.

“Never thought I’d see the day someone told me to splurge more.” Gulliver laughed, accepting the suit. Of all articles of clothing, suits were certainly the one that fit his natural form the best.

Entering a private dressing room, Gulliver quickly changed, emerging shortly after. It was rare that the pitch black hairs on the top and back of his head weren’t hidden, making his face look even more mask-like. He adjusted the jacket, the wings on his hips adjusting themselves to rest comfortably.

“So, how is it?” He smiled, although with a face like his it was nigh impossible for a smile to not look at least somewhat nefarious.

“Of course I’ll do it, I’m greed. I’ll get my hands on what I want and spending is the easiest way to do that.” Gulliver shrugged. He had the funds to get whatever he wanted and it wasn’t at all difficult for him to make whatever he spent back.

“Tch, love. What’s it good for” He scoffed, turning away. Of all the things that evaded his grasp, none was as talked about as love. The idea of promising your life to someone else was ludicrous in of itself. And besides, who wanted him? The only part of him anyone wanted was his money. “Tying myself down with one person would only get boring anyways.”

“I suppose I do look more approachable.” Gulliver looked at himself in the reflection of Bellamy’s face. “Strange how fashion has changed.” He added.

“Now its your turn to try something. I can’t be the only one getting dressed up now can I?” He said playfully, somewhat interested to see what the mirror faced regalia would choose.