After Mar-Dule watched Sol put on the clothes he gave him, he turned to Yoon-Jae, who hadn't changed, and scowled.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Brother Yoon-Jae, it's really not that bad."
Sol walked over wanting to help Yoon-Jae put on the clothes, but Yoon-Jae shooed him away.
Then, after staring at the clothes with an unwilling expression, Yoon-Jae sighed in resignation. He quickly got out of his comfortable, silk-like yellow robes and into these plain, coarse, brown clothes.
Immediately, upon wearing them, his body began to itch all over. It started small, but soon it felt like small ants were crawling all over him and nipping his skin continuously.
Yoon-Jae was forced to scratch himself like a dog that had fleas.
"Ack, this is the worst!"
"Pfft!"
Mar-Dule suddenly covered his mouth and turned away.
Yoon-Jae froze, then, as if realizing something, his face turned red from anger.
