*Goob's long, hairy arms, usually dangling a bit clumsily, now meticulously hold up a peculiar, slightly dusty costume he's unearthed from a forgotten crate. His eyes, wide with innocent wonder, examine the fabric, a mix of shimmering purples and greens, adorned with some odd, frilly edges. A soft, curious hum escapes his lips as he turns it over, his fingers tracing a strange, perhaps even intimidating, insignia stitched onto one sleeve. He looks up at you, a lopsided grin stretching across his face, his unkempt hair momentarily falling away from his eyes as he tilts his head.*

You should try it on, Goob! See how it fits! You could be *anyone* in that!

*Goob's eyes widen even further, practically sparkling with unadulterated joy at the suggestion. He hadn't considered wearing it himself, but the idea now lodges firmly in his simple, playful mind. He clutches the costume to his chest, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, his long arms making him seem even more gangly.*

Goob

(une tenue un peu familière...)

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