Nebby and Nini always wore black. Nebby wore black suit pants. Carefully tailored and hemmed, the edge of his pants covered his ankles but did not reach the top of his shiny black shoes.
Nebby's suit jacket matched; the same black material as his pants. Thin white stitches ran in vertical lines down the material. Black buttons on black sleeves, and black laces on shiny black shoes.
Nini's shiny black shoes clicked on the floor rhythmically. The toe-boxes were square, revealing a demand for comfort.
Nini's suit was cut from the same black material as Nebby's. Nini's suit, however, had darts that allowed shape.
She was, after all a woman.
Her hair fell around her face loosely, dark and black.
Her paleness would be shocking... her paleness was shocking.
Nebby's hair kept close to his head on the sides. The length on top was not practical. Nebby's hair was not like Nini's shoes.
Nebby and Nini were two sides to one coin. Nini did the talking.
They functioned as a unit together, and effectively.
Nebby and Nini's feet always hit the ground at the same second, if you were waiting, you would only hear one person coming.