Kol and Katharine
Kol chuckled. "You do you, love. I have zero issue with you calling yourself a Poisonous Bitch Queen. I admire anyone that can own all parts of themselves. Good and bad." Because to Kol, it took far more courage to embrace who you were, for better or worse, than almost anything else. It had taken him centuries to finally be comfortable in his skin in that way.
"Yep, every fucking second of it for centuries," Kol replied, digging through the closet. Unlike Katharine, Kol didn't find men's clothing, but he did dig up some women's clothing that might fit her. If not, she could at least do layers to keep herself warmer.
Tugging them from the closet, Kol followed the sound of Katharine's voice to the second bedroom. His brown eyes fell on the clothing in the closet Katharine was referring to . It was definitely old, but Kol was desperate.
"It's certainly far from fashionable, but I'll take it." He held out the clothing items he'd found in the other closet. "I think these might fit you. If not, you can layer to at least keep yourself warm." Then, Kol promptly tugged the men's clothing from the hangers and started dressing. Hopefully there would be some shoes around here too.