[He presses his blue lips together, eyes flitting across the options laid out for him. Seras is right, he's as tall as he looks. None of these really look quite right but... he'll take what he can get at this point. The closest contender seems to be a baggy pair of gray sweats and he holds them up to his hips cautiously, thinking. Then he looks up Seras, shy but very serious.]
Can you, uh... Give me some time to change?
[This isn't the ideal situation to have his dangus out but he'd rather be here than waddling past Seras to her bathroom, dragging her sheets pathetically along.]
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Can you, uh... Give me some time to change?
[This isn't the ideal situation to have his dangus out but he'd rather be here than waddling past Seras to her bathroom, dragging her sheets pathetically along.]