"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Plagg screeched with an expression of disbelief.
Felix simply remained aloof, pausing silently in front of the gold adorned full-length mirror of his lavishly designed bedroom adjusting his neckline. From the waist up, aside from his usual, immaculate black trousers, the dignified heir to the Agreste fortune stood dressed in an extremely loud red tuxedo jacket, heavily adorned with small black spots, the same design remained on a matching bowtie that clashed with his black silk dress shirt.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DRESSED AS?!" The cat sprite demanded. It's eyes bulging with revulsion.
Now, Felix actually took notice of the creature, his eyes cutting over to it's direction with an air of annoyance. "Of COURSE I know! I'm not exactly wearing this for my health, Plagg!" He snapped.
"You're not doing it for MINE, EITHER!" Plagg winced, scooting back. "What are you even THINKING wearing that pattern?! I think that high-kicking witch you're into has gone to you