While the Good Hunter thought the channeling of the Dying Wishes of the Blood into themselves and the actual enhancement of their being felt weird (and a little cold), they couldn't really argue with the results. They felt lighter, stronger and like they could run or fight without running out of stamina as quickly as before. Something they were both annoyed and rather smug about was the fact that their clothes felt considerably tighter than before, but at the same time, they could easily tell that they now had next to no fat underneath their clothes and that their body mass was nearly entirely composed of muscle. They were pulled out of their little session of self admiration by the feeling of something, or rather someone, giving them a clearly appreciative squeeze somewhere the one doing the squeezing shouldn't.
"Fauna…"
"Yes, Good Hunter?"
"Hands… off."
"Fine."
"The Hunter's Dream wouldn't happen to have anything for me to replace these with? I don't think they're my size anymore." The Good Hunter inquired, more to the Doll than their hunting partner, who they pointedly chose to ignore when they heard the winged girl muttering something about 'a nice, firm, butt'. "Teenagers."
"You don't get to complain, Good Hunter. We're about the same age and don't think I didn't notice your eyes wandering earlier, hypocrite."
"Touché, Fauna. Touché. Uhm, so… clothes that actually fit… What did you say your name was again?" The Good Hunter addressed the Doll, who seemed to be either unbothered or just amused by the Good Hunter and Fauna's banter.
"I didn't. I don't have a name, I'm a Doll." More or less deadpanned the Doll in response to the Good Hunter's question. "As for some clothes that fit you, Good Hunter, there should be some articles of attire on the second floor. Fourth bedroom on the right."
"Thank you… Annabelle." The Doll didn't really make any response to what the Good Hunter called her as they made their way into the Workshop and up the stairs to the second floor.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"I'm not sure why, but I think that they gave you that name/nickname in reference to something." Stated the winged humanoid Great One to the Doll, while keeping her eyes more or less locked onto the Good Hunter's behind.
"Wouldn't be the first time. Some of the previous Hunters have called me that before. Apparently I reminded them of a famous, or perhaps infamous, doll in the Waking World." Replied the Doll, who sounded rather amused by the idea of being nicknamed after someone/something famous/infamous. "So, you fancy your hunting partner, do you?"
"What can I say? They've proven themselves to be a good person, so far."
"And?"
"They look good. Attractive even."
"I noticed you commenting on the physicality of their posterior."
"What? It is a nice, firm butt."
"Even though you don't know-"
"I don't care what they have in their pants. Could just as well be both or neither for all I care."
"You do realize that I'm not judging, right?"
"I know."
"…"
"Something bothering you?"
"That obvious, huh?"
"I've been living here for thirteen years, Doll, I know both Gehrman and your quirks and tells."
"It's the Good Hunter's age, or lack thereof."
"Meaning?"
"They're the youngest Hunter to be Contracted to the Dream and I'm a bit concerned."
"Maybe Flora has some kind of hidden agenda?"
"Possibly. Gehrman and I have been working for the Moon Presence for many years and we still don't fully understand how the mind of our patron works. What that hidden agenda could be is probably something we'll never understand. For all we know, it's trying to find someone who can replace Gehrman as the host of the Dream."
"Or it could be trying to play matchmaker while cleaning up the messes left behind by other Great Ones at the same time."
"That… would actually make sense if that's the case."
"What makes sense in the case of what?" Asked the Good Hunter who was back from the changing on the second floor, drawing the attention of the winged humanoid Great One and the Doll.
"Nothing important, Good Hunter- oh my." Replied Fauna without actually answering the Good Hunter's question, only to cut herself off when she actually turned towards the Good Hunter, as they were wearing an outfit that not only made them look the part of a Hunter but also certainly had Fauna's attention and appreciation, if the heterochromic eyes with black sclera widening was any indication. Obscuring the Good Hunter's facial features were a combination of a slightly torn up tricorn hat, decorated with a few feathers that Fauna had shed over the years, a pair of goggles over the eyes and scarf covering their mouth. Sitting rather tightly on the Good Hunter, unintentionally emphasizing the amount of muscle underneath it, while at the same time hiding any identifying features in regards to the Good Hunter's gender, was a leather shirt. Which appeared to be ever so slightly too small as there was still some skin around the waist left exposed in between the shirt and the rather tight pants that, while slightly emphasizing the Good Hunter's behind (to their chagrin), were still loose enough to make guessing their gender more difficult. The Good Hunter's feet and calves were covered by an unusual pair of leather boots. What made the boots unusual was the presence of metal plates on the soles and toes of the boots. The final piece of attire the Good Hunter was wearing was a long coat with a pair of gloves incorporated in the sleeves and rather stylishly tattered dual tails. Gloves with metal plates across the knuckles and the fingertips encased in metal. While it could be seen from the front, the coat had multiple plates of metal along the Good Hunter's spine, clearly meant to protect said spine.
"My eyes are around here." The Good Hunter stated in clear annoyance as they gestured toward the aforementioned body parts with their left hand, which prompted their hunting partner to pull her gaze towards the Good Hunter's eyes.
"Nice."
"Keep it in your pants. We have work to do. Let's return to Yharnam."
"Indeed."