[Claude is surprised to see the package left for him -- and yet in other ways, unsurprised. Hayame had proven already to be a stickler for traditions, and someone who liked to show gestures of thoughtfulness and generosity, even if she might disguise it in claims it was an act of simple obligation.
So he tries on the outfit, finding it loose and comfortable in fit, with the sash allowing him to adjust it perfectly to his size. Hayame isn't around to advise if he's putting it on properly, but most of it is familiar enough that he thinks he can't be far off the mark. Did human men in her world often dress this way in her world, or was this something more unique that she chose for him based on his own tastes...? He can't help but wonder.
He's turning and surveying himself in a mirror when Hayame finally returns home, and it's to her reflection in the corner of the mirror that he gives a jaunty wave and a cheerful,]
Welcome home! How do I look?
[He turns to face the real thing and not mirror-Hayame, then, spreading his arms so she can assess his outfit.]
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So he tries on the outfit, finding it loose and comfortable in fit, with the sash allowing him to adjust it perfectly to his size. Hayame isn't around to advise if he's putting it on properly, but most of it is familiar enough that he thinks he can't be far off the mark. Did human men in her world often dress this way in her world, or was this something more unique that she chose for him based on his own tastes...? He can't help but wonder.
He's turning and surveying himself in a mirror when Hayame finally returns home, and it's to her reflection in the corner of the mirror that he gives a jaunty wave and a cheerful,]
Welcome home! How do I look?
[He turns to face the real thing and not mirror-Hayame, then, spreading his arms so she can assess his outfit.]