A/N - This one isn't really inspired by any special outfits, but it was Flynn snarking at Yuri about Yuri's lack of protective gear. So I figured it would fit well here.
In Which Flynn Takes Issue With Yuri's Sartorial Choices
The truth was, Flynn didn't actually care if Yuri rejoined the Knights or not. He really, really didn't. He just wanted Yuri to be doing something he actually cared about. Whether it made him angry or happy or whatever didn't matter, so long as Yuri snapped out of his slump. Because working at the Comet Inn as a cook – no matter how good Yuri was at it – was clearly boring Yuri to tears.
So Flynn pushed and pushed in hopes that, maybe, Yuri would pick something else to do with his life – something that did actually make him happy, or at least wasn't conducive to spending hours at a time sitting in his window, staring over the Lower Quarter, and brooding like Byronic hero. Melancholy melodrama just did not suit Yuri in the least… and it was grating on Flynn's nerves. Hell, at this point Flynn would gratefully accept Yuri doing the exact opposite of joining the knights, by joining a guild instead, if it meant that the next time he saw Yuri, his friend had that ridiculous grin on his face that Flynn missed so much.
Well… careful what you wish for.
Standing in the City of the Guilds itself – Dahngrest – and staring at Don Whitehorse, leader of the Union, it was about all Flynn could to keep his emotions off his face. Because, dammit, Yuri was supposed to have been safe.
War had nearly broken out between the Guilds and the Empire (might still break out if the peace talks between Master Ioder and Don Whitehorse didn't go well, though Flynn had no doubt that the two would hammer out something mutually beneficial in the end) and Yuri, tucked away in the Union jail after taking Flynn's place there, should have been perfectly safe. So, naturally, Yuri was no longer in the jail cell. Or even in Dahngrest. No, the Don let Yuri out and tasked him with tracking down the leader of the Blood Alliance, the guild behind the narrowly averted war. And Yuri did track him down… only to almost lose him. The only reason he didn't was because the maniac Flynn called his best friend jumped onto the back of a dragon and let its rider direct them away towards a giant tower in the middle of nowhere, just north of Dahngrest.
The dragon rider was dressed in head to toe armor, according to Mage Mordio. So at least one of the two dragon-riding freaks was attired appropriately for storming the thrice-damned tower. Naturally, that person was not Yuri Lowell. Where any normal person would storm the enemy stronghold in armor so that the enemy doesn't, say, poke all of their vital bits with sharp implements, Yuri was just charging ahead in his normal, everyday outfit. Which, coincidentally, did not protect any of Yuri's vital bits from sharp implements.
So it was with great effort that Flynn kept his face from betraying his extreme frustration with his best friend.
If Yuri was alive when Flynn got to him, Flynn might very well strangle the moron himself.
The second Flynn was dismissed by Master Ioder (who, judging by the look on his face, knew exactly what was running through Flynn's head and thought it was hilarious), he grabbed some supplies and headed for Ghasfrost. He was not surprised in the least when Yuri's new friends, including Lady Estellise, joined him. Flynn was pretty sure that he wasn't the only one who wanted to smack Yuri a few times for being a reckless idiot. (He was surprised when the Don's lieutenant, Raven, sneaked away to join them, mostly because Flynn couldn't tell if Raven was joining to keep an eye on both Lady Estellise and himself or if it was because the man was actually worried about Yuri… or maybe some combination of the two.)
It really figured, of course, that when they actually arrived at Ghasfrost, Yuri had already escaped… and recruited what was possibly the only Krityan with blood knight tendencies on the entire planet. She was scantily clad too, even by Krityan standards, but as was normal, Yuri didn't seem particularly bothered by, or interested in, the woman's attire… or what lay underneath the attire.
"Yuri! You're okay!" Flynn caught the raven-haired man's attention and very nearly smiled in response when Yuri lit up at the sight of him.
"Hey Flynn, here to join the party?" Yuri's smile flickered when Flynn continued to scowl at him. "Okay, fine. What has you so bothered now?"
"What has me so bothered?" Flynn asked, tone slightly mocking now. "I don't know. Could it be that my friend – who I left in what I thought was relative safety – decided it would be a great idea to storm the Blood Alliance's stronghold in Dahngrest without any protective gear. No, Yuri," he cut off the retort before Yuri could do anything more than open his mouth, "being armed with a sword does not count as 'protective gear'. Armor counts as protective gear. Shields count as protective gear."
"Shields get in the way of my..."
Flynn interrupted with a pitch-perfect imitation of Yuri's voice, "unnecessarily flashy fighting style that shows off my ambidexterity."
"Flynn." Yuri's eyes narrowed and the two of them scowled at each other.
Someone… or perhaps several someones… were clearly trying to keep from laughing. Flynn did not look back to see who the culprit(s) might be.
("He's really good at that," Raven stage whispered.
"Well, they grew up together," Lady Estellise replied, also stage whispering. "Yuri probably does a fairly decent Flynn imitation too.")
"Then," Flynn finally started speaking again, "when the leader of the Blood Alliance got away from you, instead of doing what any rational person would do, which is regroup with your allies by the way, you decide that the best possible action you could take is to abandon your team to go jump on a dragon and fly after him!" Yuri actually flinched a little when Flynn said the word 'abandon'. "Who, exactly, was supposed to be watching your back when you dropped in on the top of a tower crewed entirely by members of the Blood Alliance?!"
"Well, the Dragon Rider… and now Judy."
The blue haired woman looked amused, but held up her hands and shrugged at Flynn. Sort of a 'he's not wrong, but I want nothing to do with this fight in particular' type motion. So Flynn just stared at Yuri until he wilted a little.
"I didn't exactly start this journey planning to leave the continent, much less wind up involved in Guild politics, Flynn. Or, you know, have time to pack anything. What armor I do have is still in Zaphias."
"Because you'd actually use it if you had taken it with you?" Flynn sighed when Yuri unknowingly copied Judy's shrug. "Why is it that our dog has more common sense and battle armor than you do?" he asked, despairing of the answer and half-hoping Yuri would ignore the question as rhetorical.
The dog in question yawned at them to show his disdain for human issues.
"Would it make you feel better if I looked around the shops at Dahngrest to see what kind of armor is available when we get back?" Yuri asked in a conciliatory tone of voice.
"What would make me feel better is if you actually meant you'd both buy and use the armor and if you weren't planning to storm a tower full of the Blood Alliance between now and returning to Dahngrest," Flynn griped.
Yuri, however, just grinned. "So, speaking of storming the tower..."