Blake was sitting in a shady spot on his bed, curled up with a book with a bowl of knuckle bones - probably beef - to the side. (They made for a good, crunchy snack, and Nancy was always very generous in giving him butcher scraps.) The Mightyena looked up mid-chew when Seth spoke, surprised by the sudden request.

"Ah, of course." Though why Seth was asking for his opinion, he had no idea. Tentatively bookmarking his place, Blake shuffled over to the edge of his bed and peered at the article of clothing in question. He looked it over, up and down, tilting his head as he did so.

"It's very... aggressive." There was just so much red, all of it. "The coat length seems inconveniencing."