Ken stops, looks down at his new outfit, and visibly winces. "You've got to be kidding me."
A bark from the basket next to him is enough to take his attention off the sudden blow to his fragile teenage ego, however, and he glances down. "Koromaru?" He kneels (in a way that would look fine for someone wearing pants, but is possibly a little immodest for someone with a skirt on) and takes one of the dog's paws, pulling one front leg and then the other free from the basket. "That enough for you to get out, boy?"
It is - Koromaru twists his hindquarters free, giving the basket a dirty look as he steps away from it.
Ken never read the Wizard of Oz, or saw the movie - not the American one, anyway - but he's not as lost as he could be. He saw the anime! Once. He glances over to the slipper-clad feet sticking out from under the car and frowns. Ah, yes, this is familiar in exactly the way he was kind of hoping he was wrong about. "There's nothing in the story that says I have to stay dressed like this, is there?"
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A bark from the basket next to him is enough to take his attention off the sudden blow to his fragile teenage ego, however, and he glances down. "Koromaru?" He kneels (in a way that would look fine for someone wearing pants, but is possibly a little immodest for someone with a skirt on) and takes one of the dog's paws, pulling one front leg and then the other free from the basket. "That enough for you to get out, boy?"
It is - Koromaru twists his hindquarters free, giving the basket a dirty look as he steps away from it.
Ken never read the Wizard of Oz, or saw the movie - not the American one, anyway - but he's not as lost as he could be. He saw the anime! Once. He glances over to the slipper-clad feet sticking out from under the car and frowns. Ah, yes, this is familiar in exactly the way he was kind of hoping he was wrong about. "There's nothing in the story that says I have to stay dressed like this, is there?"