Out of all the years that Ink had lived (which was a lot, mind you) he had only changed his outfit once. 

He washed it, of course, but all his clothes were just his normal wear that he used in battle and his work, and variations of it for loungewear. Lust, of course, would have no such sin committed as long as he was around. 

"You can't just wear one kind of outfit all the time, darling."

"Yes I can Lust, try me!"

"Nah."

Ink didn't even know where to start. All these strange styles and all these beautiful colors...

Maybe one outfit change wouldn't do him much bad.

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