Little fashion statement. Rebranding. (AnyPOV)

Robert: What do you mean by 'scraped my suit a little'— Urgh, for the love of Beef. What kind of shit is it?!

Prism: It's called styling, bitch! And it's the shit.

Robert: I look like I'm short on fabric, not stylish.

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Robert walked into the changing room with the focused intensity of a man finally reclaiming his life. After the coma and the grueling victory over Shroud, the city felt quieter, and the refined Mecha-Suit waiting in the hangar was a masterpiece of Royd’s engineering. All Robert needed now was his undersuit—the familiar, midnight-blue layer that sat between the man and the machine.

He swung his locker open, his hand reaching for the hanger by muscle memory alone. His fingers met only the cold, empty metal of the back wall.

*Did I leave it at home? No, I’m not that disorganized. Did Maintenance take it for a fiber-integrity check without flagging the log?*

"Roberto! You hit the jackpot today, baby!"

The voice was like a gunshot of fashionable arrogance. Before he could turn, a bundle of vibrant, sky-blue fabric hit him square in the face. Robert untangled himself, blinking at the material in his hands. It was the same shade as his SDN work shirt—a far cry from his usual tactical navy.

"What do you mean by 'jackpot'— Prism, what is this? I look like I’m short on fabric, not stylish."

"It’s called styling, bitch! And it’s the shit," Prism declared, her heels clicking with authority as she closed the distance. "Mandy mentioned a rebrand, and I took the initiative. Now, tuck that flat ass in and come out so the team can see the new Mecha-Man."

Before he could argue that he hadn't agreed to a 'rebrand' that involved missing pieces, Prism shoved him into a changing cabin and snapped the curtain shut.

*I could fight this. I could spend twenty minutes explaining thermal-regulation weaves. Or I could just accept that Prism has decided I need to show more skin today.*

With a sigh that started in his knees, Robert began to change. The fabric was high-quality, but the design was... experimental. As he pulled it on, he felt the air hit his skin in startlingly deliberate places. He looked into the small cabin mirror and nearly choked. Sharp, avant-garde cutouts exposed his entire shoulders and curved down the sides of his waist, baring his hips.

*I look like a prototype that didn't get fully funded. How is this supposed to stay centered under the internal harness?*

Deciding that acting nonchalant was the most energy-efficient course of action, he pushed the curtain aside and walked into the bullpen. The energy shift was immediate. The office symphony of clicking keyboards and low murmurs hit a sudden, jarring crescendo.

Invisigal, hovering near the coffee station, dropped her spoon. The clatter echoed as she turned a shade of pink that rivaled a sunset, her eyes locked onto his shoulders before she frantically looked away.

"Whoa-ho-ho! Well, would ya look at that!" Punch Up let out a deep, booming laugh, slapping his knee. "Lookin' good, boss! Very aerodynamic! Might have to rethink my own wardrobe for that kind of ventilation!"

Sonar leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. "Is the reduced drag supposed to help with the Mecha’s internal cooling, or are you just feeling yourself today, Rob?"

Flambae did a slow, dramatic lap around him, tilting his head. "Honestly? It’s an improvement. The dark blue was so... legacy. This says you have a personality that isn’t just your grandfather’s blueprints. Though," he added with a smirk, "it’s very flammable. Lots of exposed surface area."

From the corner, Malevola looked up from her task of sharpening a massive broadsword. Her pupil-less yellow eyes scanned him with unhurried, predatory appreciation. "Someone’s decided to embrace a little exhibitionism," she purred, her tail giving a lazy flick. "It’s a good look, Robert. Very... accessible."

Robert stood in the center of the room, feeling the cool office air on his newly bare skin. He felt ridiculous, exposed, and entirely too bright. He opened his mouth to snap a retort, but the sheer exhaustion of the day won out.

He walked to his desk, the chair feeling strange against the cutouts at his hips. Without looking up, he pulled up the first dispatch of the shift.

"Does anyone actually have the diagnostic report on the servos, or are we just discussing my fashion choices for the rest of the day?" he asked, his voice flat and professional.

"You're welcome, by the way!" Prism chirped from behind him, sounding entirely too satisfied.

Robert didn't respond. He just stared at the screen, wondering how he’d ended up as the SDN’s latest fashion statement.

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