[It's true. Normally his clothes perfectly fall and fit him, as if a stylist spent hours making him look like rumpled chic. The only times he ever looks truly disordered is when he's extremely frazzled, which is rare. Now though because his clothing doesn't respond to his command his shirt rides up a little in the back to let a peak of skin through, there's the risk of a wrinkle in the front, and he does tug a little on his pantleg in the hopeless endeavor to stretch it out a bit.]
No, normally my clothing is nothing more than thought. A part of my anthropomorphized representation. It feels like a part of me, rather than something I wear.
... what is it that humans do, then? Not about the pants, I meant... what should we do this afternoon?
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Date: 2023-12-30 07:52 pm (UTC)No, normally my clothing is nothing more than thought. A part of my anthropomorphized representation. It feels like a part of me, rather than something I wear.
... what is it that humans do, then? Not about the pants, I meant... what should we do this afternoon?