Mik blinked at Scott, his eyes frankly scanning down his colorful costume. He might be a little thicker than Scott, he thought, but not by much. He gave a slow uncertain shrug. His face went from surprise to trepidation to pulling up into a tight little grin of boyish glee. He was going to be onstage? "I... think so? You sure about this?" The question was mostly rhetorical, because Scott's eyes were full of mischief and the excitement of creation. Really, who could say no to that little face?
"Okay." Mik muttered in agreement. Scott's excitement was contagious. He gave the costume the once over again, internally cringing because the color scheme would clash with his coloring. But he knew that he'd be wearing a mask, so the whole point was that no one would ever see his coloring. He would be pretending to be Scott. Besides, it was still a lot less of a fashion disaster than his own old togs, back when he wore spandex.
He might have thought twice about it had he realized this meant he'd have to suffer through a fitting or two with Oberon. Yes. One could see a lot of pin pricks in his future. Mik glanced over at the others, and was relieved to see no one was killing each other yet. With all the yelling Oberon and Barda did at each other, it was an honest concern. But no, it looked like they were finally all getting along.