Kittytaco mostly only dwelt in the land of summer yukata - cheap and common. The sort of thing that anyone might wear to a summer festival. This, this was classy as shit.

Hagakure looked down at what he was wearing. "Why, dude? It said we were supposed to wear formal clothes, right? These are my formal clothes, dude. Count the mon, one, two, three, four, five. I can't get any classier than this. Why are you dressed like you're going on a fancy horseback ride?"

Mayhaps he has a fancy horse to prance about on.