Rider | Enkidu

There is something unspeakably insulting to Rider about being in a suit. It is not as if it does not flatter him - padded shoulders and a tapered waist do wonders to showcase his form beneath layers of fabric, and the blue of his tie strives to match the lapis lazuli that was used to summon him - but it forces anyone gazing upon him to guess at the strength his muscles so clearly show and there is where the offense of the suit lies.

Other insults linger in his mind as he reflects on this matter, fiddling irritably at the buttons of the suit jacket. Being used a dress up doll is only one more tally mark against his supposed master, who called upon him for great and glorious battle, yet has failed to provide him with even a single opponent. Each time he had attempted to speak with her about the matter, he had been dismissed, and he knows that a fourth attempt to cajole her into letting him fight something will be greeted with even more anger than the previous three attempts. That does not stop him from preparing an appropriate speech to hurl at his master, and if he can rouse her to anger when she comes in to inspect the work of her tailors, so be it. It will at least be a fight of some sort, and even a brief one will gladden his spirits.