Okay, so. Fai knows he's kind of a twig, but this is ridiculous. He's standing inside one of the changing rooms with his thumb hooked in the waistband of a pair of jeans he's trying on, and there are at least five inches of gap between the fabric and his skin. This, after he's already tried his normal size and had to move a size down. This is one of the only shops in town that carries his size of jeans--for twigs who also happen to be six feet tall--without having to order online, and now suddenly they're not fitting anymore.

It's possible he's lost weight, maybe he's missed a meal here or there while he was studying or working, but there's no way he's lost that much weight. So even though it's kind of flattering, the blond sighs and prepares to slip the dumb things off and put his old ratty jeans back on. He'll just have to try somewhere else.

...except that's when he catches the sound of a familiar voice, and the sound of someone complaining about the exact same thing he's currently fretting about. Holding the waist of the jeans so they don't fall right off his hips, he pads out in his socks to see some random customer walking away from his neighbor in a huff. His smile is sort of a cross between friendly and bemused as he crosses over to Orion.

"I take it it's not just me, then?"