#* eleanor & leera.

[feminants]

what the fuck are you wearing? ( for eleanor <3 )

she's mid-sentence (mid-ramble is, in all honesty, more accurate) when she's so rudely interrupted, and it throws her for a loop. her gaze moves from leera, down to her own self, clad near entirely in earth tone corduroys, very briefly down to her boots, which are sufficiently scuffed, and then back up at leera, brow cocked almost quizzically. "––clothes?" a stellar answer. the exact type of answer, in fact, one should give to someone with as daunting an aura as the one standing in front of her now. [ really, eleanor, excellent decision! ] "is there something about my attire that offends you, miss daymont?" it's hard to keep the amusement from leaking into her voice, so she makes no effort to, even if she doesn't find this scenario to be particularly funny.