If Kravitz is anything, it’s a fancy boy. Everything he has is finely made and wonderful to the touch, which unfortunately makes most of it incredibly hot. The jacket in question is a soft, fine suiting, lined in something smooth with buttons emboldened with ravens. He’s taken by surprise when she moves in, distracted for a moment by the food, but at least this might be a topic he has more experience in talking about.


“Oh, it’s— do you like it? I’m quite a fan.” Which is evidenced by the fact it’s all he ever wears. “It’s part of a uniform, in a sense, but I’m also rather fond. The lining actually has feather designs in the dupioni, which I personally requested.”

Also, if you haven’t caught on by now, he’s a goddamn nerd.