Hajin stood in front of the small, cracked mirror in their inn room, tugging at the collar of the silk shirt they had picked up earlier that afternoon.
The fabric was high-quality, a deep charcoal gray that looked a lot better than the dirt-stained adventurer gear he usually wore, but it felt incredibly restrictive around his shoulders.
"I hate this," he muttered, trying to adjust the silver buttons. "How do people breathe in these things?"
Beside him, Juna was having an even harder time. She was dressed in a dark blue dress that had been tailored to accommodate her tail, but she looked like she was ready to tear the whole thing apart with her bare claws.
"Master," she said, her ears pinning back as she reached behind her to scratch at her shoulder blades. "These clothes... they are very itchy. Why do humans wear things that bite back?"
