It's hard to miss the feeling of the ground trembling, something massive approaching as heavy THUDS echoed from outside. The entrance way is quickly blocked as a beast grunts and growls, attempting to claw itself into the tailor... only for everyone who was inside, no doubt terrified by the events, to slowly realize that it was just an avalanche of a wolf attempting to squeeze their way inside, eventually popping through and making the inside feel incredibly crowded all of a sudden. Brett wore a wide grin as his gut spilled onto the floor before him, the suit he wore hanging on by threads in some places. "Might've filled out A BIT since the last fitting..." He almost sounds proud of himself as he scoops up his love-handles and gives them a good bounce before bumping his mass against the man he regularly refitted his suit with.

And to think; it's only been a couple of weeks at most since the stag last saw Brett.

Thanks again to  Silver-Stag for the wonderful job on the YCH! Dude made Brett look real spiffy with that suit! They're also the Stag in this picture, though I doubt I needed t' say that LOL.