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Andarien shook his head. "No, that's fine."

He stepped into the underwear and pulled it up under the long shirt, and once it was on, he started to undo the belt. His long fingers fumbled a bit with the buckle, and he sighed and turned to his uncle.

"Can you get it?" he asked in a resigned tone.

"Thanks," Andarien said gratefully. He loosened the neck string and pulled the shirt over his head, then tossed it over onto the bed. He rubbed his arms to warm himself in the relative coolness of the room.

"I guess even just a shirt makes quite the difference," he quipped, reaching for the new shirt that Helen had brought for him. It was different from what he was used to, buttoning up the front rather than pulling it over his head and tightening some strings.

He was able to get his arms into the sleeves just fine, but in the same way he couldn't unbuckle the belt, his fingers fumbled with the buttons, which were smaller than the buckle had been.

"Uncle Helen?" he said helplessly, dropping his hands to his side once more.

"Like putting gears in their proper places," Andarien murmured, watching Helen as he did the buttons. "Thanks."

He reached for the pants next, and when he bent over to step into them, he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the bed. "Oof!"

Eon squealed and jumped out of the way, then turned around and started squeaking at Andarien.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Andarien told the Eevee flatly.

Andarien look back at his uncle. "Thanks," he said, "but I'll just sit down. Then Eon can't get mad at me again."

He eyed the pokemon as he poked his feet through the pant legs. He was used to shirts that went over the pants, so he didn't even try to tuck his shirt in, and this time he didn't even try to button the buttons on the pants himself.

"Will you do the buttons for me again?" he asked Helen, looking down and feeling rather discouraged by them. He blinked, realizing suddenly that the pants stopped just below his knees. Not knowing that they were supposed to be like that, he asked, "Aren't these a bit short?"

The pants were a bit tight, but aside from that, Andarien quite liked the feel of it all.

"The shirt goes inside?" he asked in surprise, looking down. "Weird!" Then he tilted his head at Helen. "And what are socks?"

Andarien sat down on the bed again, but he winced as he did so. "Tight. Especially by my tummy. And around the tops of my legs."

He stood up again to release the pressure, then took the socks from Helen. "On my feet," he repeated. He sat down again and leaned forward, grimacing as he did so, and pulled the socks on as quickly as he could. He pulled them up as high as they would easily go and then stood up again so he could breathe properly again.

"That feels funny," he giggled, wriggling his toes and watching the socks move.

Andarien smiled sheepishly. "I guess I don't have much choice, do I?" he asked.

He looked back at the rest of the clothes that Helen had brought.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing at a vest that was still folded neatly. He had a vague idea of what the hat was that was next to it, but didn't recognize the string necktie or the arm band either.