[Survey] Comfy Mindle

Small Summary:

Young Mindle (X-831) has a truly comfortable style. A baggy sweater shirt, loose fit shorts, knee length and or ankle socks. He sometimes enjoys a good pair of cargo pants where he can stuff his pockets of things he's found lying about and or interest him. One cannot say whether or not he's a trend follower or not; he mostly wears whatever fits and feels roomy.

 

He sometimes swears nothing at all. His Tundra Fur dense enough to keep him warm against the cold. The rare time he called for anything thicker, Mindle went with clothing with soft fleece and maybe loose pair of winter sweats. In order to protect his peets from the frigid and frosty surfaces, his absolute go to is a pair of wooly winter boots.

 

When the weather warms, he tends to lean towards flowy overshirts and large t-shirts. Anything that doesn't hug his body and lets him breathe. He would consider the kinds of clothes considered blousy and breezy. 

 

 

On a cool afternoon, Mindle strolled into his room. He wandered aimlessly around, slightly shivering from the sudden cold. A sizeable, billowing, baby-blue sweater caught his attention. The perplexing mix of organic cotton and synthetic elastic acrylic apparel the most ideal for the current state of weather. He drew it over his shoulders and let out a deep exhale. "This is perfection~" He purred while caressing at the soft blend of fibers. "Now, shall I dawn some knee-highs or simple ankle socks?"

 

He threw his top drawer open. His room left a hazardous zone, clothes strewn across the floor and over his bed. An erratic display as he rested his paws on his hips. 

 

Now...where did my socks go? Mindle pondered and scuttled to his closet nearby. He pushed past the dangling curtains and tossed various boxes, loose items, and soiled/long worn outfits behind him. An ecstatic squeak leaving his parted maw as he found a fresh, still tagged, box of unused socks in the back.

 

"Ooo, a 10-count variety pack!" He exclaimed as he ripped open the unnecessarily bound packaging and glided on a pair of lime green knee-highs, and some black aviator pants he thought he lost, and took a quick look in the mirror. How it all fit so well together! He beamed from ear to ear, simply adoring the way he looked and how comfortable he felt. This was all he desired when it came to dressing. He didn't need anything fancy. His fur was already thick enough to not require a small sweater and pants every now and again.

 

With his clothes now adorned, Mindle padded back into his living room and took a seat on the couch. There, he turned his TV on and watched a movie; a seasonal themed film he's seen a bazillion times and none the less excited to see. He crossed his legs and rubbed at the black aviator pants with a huge grin on his face and tugged on his sweater.