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"So. Clothes."
Lin is sitting quite comfortably on what looks like a bar stool, hands resting on the seat between his knees. He's in a skirt. Not a kilt. Definitely a skirt, like one you'd see on a catholic school girl. You can't see anything though, because his hands are there, and it's not quite short enough anyway. He's also got the collared button'd shirt and a tie hanging loosely around his neck, the latter which matches the coloring of the skirt. His tail is, as usual, sticking out between the shirt and the skirt because otherwise would just be uncomfortable.
"What do you like to see on other people? What do you like to wear? What does whatever you wear mean to you?" This question may or may not have something to do with what he's wearing. You decide.
((And I am away for some time, but I will return for the night. Continue to tag, please, enjoy yourselves, try the veal...ahem. And I Return!))
Lin is sitting quite comfortably on what looks like a bar stool, hands resting on the seat between his knees. He's in a skirt. Not a kilt. Definitely a skirt, like one you'd see on a catholic school girl. You can't see anything though, because his hands are there, and it's not quite short enough anyway. He's also got the collared button'd shirt and a tie hanging loosely around his neck, the latter which matches the coloring of the skirt. His tail is, as usual, sticking out between the shirt and the skirt because otherwise would just be uncomfortable.
"What do you like to see on other people? What do you like to wear? What does whatever you wear mean to you?" This question may or may not have something to do with what he's wearing. You decide.
((And I am away for some time, but I will return for the night. Continue to tag, please, enjoy yourselves, try the veal...ahem. And I Return!))