[As someone from 19th century France, all Vanitas can do is regard the clash of colors and patterns with bleak horror, like he's seen a eldritch abomination come to life and devour all sense of style Luke might have possessed. Yet what can he say when the shop is full of such atrocities? Clearly there's a market for these things?? Unless they're all meant to be gag gifts, which he supposes may be possible...
So he holds his tongue briefly, trying to find some words - any words - that won't come across as abject disgust. Finally:]
It's... colorful.
[A brilliant observation from the guy who dresses mostly in black and white.]
Relaxed, Refreshed & Resurfaced
So he holds his tongue briefly, trying to find some words - any words - that won't come across as abject disgust. Finally:]
It's... colorful.
[A brilliant observation from the guy who dresses mostly in black and white.]