Your Right Eye is not so fragile as to be shaken by mere words from one such as myself. [ or anyone, really. There's the whisper of cloth sliding against skin, the shifting of one adjusting to the fit (or lack thereof), but Takane has experience with yukata, managing after a couple of minutes. When she steps out, she has the towel in hand, unused for now, as well as the bundle of her previous clothing.
... Wonder of wonders, her new clothes are a tad big on her. Both hands and feet are hidden and it might be sliding off her shoulders a bit. Trying valiantly, anyway. She feels a little like a child. ]
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... Wonder of wonders, her new clothes are a tad big on her. Both hands and feet are hidden and it might be sliding off her shoulders a bit. Trying valiantly, anyway. She feels a little like a child. ]