[It wasn't his intention to make her feel self-conscious-- far from it, in fact. Her outfit in comparison to his was less embarrassing, more practical, and no doubt less strange than the dancing ensembles she had to wear. But those green robes, that hat, that emblem...
It takes him a moment to compose himself, to try to get a coherent sentence out instead of gaping like a fool.]
That's... that's my...
I-I mean...! His! His outfit! The other me...!! In my memories!!
[Well, duh, who else would you be talking about, Xiaolang--]
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It takes him a moment to compose himself, to try to get a coherent sentence out instead of gaping like a fool.]
That's... that's my...
I-I mean...! His! His outfit! The other me...!! In my memories!!
[Well, duh, who else would you be talking about, Xiaolang--]
You don't remember it?