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It was the weekend, and King had few plans. Mostly, it was go lounge about and then go for a run after eating. Maybe go shopping for some supplies. He really didn't know or care a whole lot. Dressed in torn, worn out pants he'd gotten handed down, just a size too big, and the last remnants of a summer yukata in much the same shape, King didn't think he needed to really change into something better. He was going to spend the day lounging and not doing much. He might change his top if he went shopping but... effort. He didn't want to have to put any forward.

Rolling out of bed and out towards the ghost halls, the wolfos yawned as he looked down the hallway. It was surprisingly empty, and he scratched his ear while sniffing the air. Cold and stale as usual. He leaned on his door frame, debating if he wanted to just go grab breakfast or laze in the sun. He hadn't decided.

Truthfully, he didn't notice her, lost in his own thoughts as he began to think about breakfast and sun naps. The sound of shoes on the floor even got not even a passing notice. After all, who would attack in this place? With his guard down, the ghoul approached, and he words had his eyes widen.

Being talked to was certainly unexpected.

"Huh?" Ears twitched as he looked at himself. "I was... going to go out?" Was he not acceptable? Was his outfit offensive? He'd seen others wear less so.. King was confused. "Is something wrong?"

He was going to go out. Why? Did it start raining? If so he'd stay inside. King had no reason to smell like wet wolfos after all. As the ghoul inspected him, (and he felt like he was being rated), King shuffled foot to foot. What was so wrong with what he had on?

Gingerly he sniffed his shirt. It didn't even smell bad.

"I am?" His head cocked, not realizing how terrible he actually looked. She brushed hair from his face, only to have it fall back where it was. Bed head. The touch hardly bothered him so much as confused him. Was his hair bad as well? He hadn't really noticed.

"Flies with- well I suppose I could do to look nicer." He looked at the tears she mentioned sighing. He did look frumpy. And jeering? He'd avoid that if he could.
"What would you suggest? I have some less worn clothes but I was mostly going to lazy about today."

Blunt didn't bother him in the least, he was blunt in his own way, though, being at Amity had taught him to soften his stances and not simply ask without carefully choosing his words. Eras flicked at the mention of the bath, nearly missing everything else.

"I don't need a bath, I am perfectly clean. I rolled in the snow and my fur is brushed." He took a step away from her. He didn't want a bath. Baths made him wet and soggy and then he smelled like wet dog and that was even worse than being dirty.

He sniffed himself, frowning. Nope, still didn't smell bad.

Ears fell flat. "Do I need a bath?" He really didn't want one. He was focusing on that. Going back into his room, he went over to the dresser, pulling out a fee button up shirts, a yukata, a few slacks- all very simple they were laid out on the small table in the middle of the room. He even had a sweater vest. "What might be good?" There were also what looked like clothes that had gone through a blender. Probably not those.

"I want to be presentable."

He paused.

"I just wont to take a bath."

Rolling in the snow was indeed, a way he 'bathed'. He even threw mint in the snow! So he'd smell nice. Better than smelling like wet wolfos. Always better than, never not. He motioned to come into the room. Keeping her out was rude when he was asking her opinion after all. "You can come in. I keep my room clean." Minus the small piles of snow here and there.

Picking up the dark slacks he sniffed them. They smelled of mint too, so no one could say that his clothes smelled bad. His tail gave s small wag. "Is a black slack with this considered good?" He held up a faintly pink shirt. "I think I have ties too, but, that might be a bit much?" He made it a question. It always seemed like a bit much.

Going to his closet, he pulled out a simple kimono. "I have these too, but, they've more relaxed? I mean, I don't really wear a shirt when I wear them so much as I wear a wrap. Gets too warm otherwise." They came in a few simple colors, mostly light and grey blues.

King, watched her for a while, head tilted as she ‘inspected’ his room. It was clean. So he thought, okay maybe one snowdrift hid dirty clothes and another hid some minipets, but look, he tried. Minis just kind of slept where they did. He stopped trying to keep them to their bed, letting them sleep in the snow where they willed. One such mini, A pixie deava took that moment to hop out from the snow, watching Serafina as King did, only the mini was a bit more judgmental.

Because this was it’s room, not King’s, it’s room. King was just a lucky enough student to get to stay in the same room.
The wolfos ignored the mini as he often did. “Sleek huh?” He’d just thought of them as formal rather than sleek. Good to know. “The problem with wearing a kimono is that I worry it’ll be seen as a bit too traditional? I guess I am trying to branch out… to what is worn casually here? But I don’t have much knowledge on the style, so I uh-“ He shrugged. “-I was dragged by some ghouls and they had be buying a few suits and more formal attire? I mean it was kind of them, but I’d like to learn about what is considered more normal?” He still pulled off his ratty shirt, replacing with the kimono top. “Do you know much of fashion here?”

If Serafina had asked, King would have likely gone into a long winded explanation about packs and how having minis gave him a feeling of a consistent ‘pack’ The k9 club was nice, but it was more a temporary pack than permanent.
“If I could wear the proper robes of my station here, it would be nice, but asserting one’s self as alpha when you have not proved yourself is a foolish thing. I am alpha at my home. Here, I am not. It’s simple but-.” He sighed. “I miss the colors and layers. There is something comforting about knowing what you wear carries a power. It’s a strange thing to miss but, there you have it.”

Tossing the remaining clothes into a rather large snowdrift, he looked at her, pausing. “I am going to change. Ah, so if you wish to turn away you may, I will not take offense.” He slipped into the snow, his body melting into it, clothes he threw into the drift sinking into the snow as it shifted slightly.

When he came out, he shook himself off, dressed in what he’d thrown in, the clothes he had been wearing in hand. His ability to snow shift was useful for some things. Modestly being one of them. “But, if you would not mind? A knowledgeable opinion is not one to be dismissed.

The wolfos’s smile was soft as he bowed slightly to Serafina. “Wonderful. I probably need all the help I can get. Cultures vary so much and what I grew up with versus what is considered outlandish here- It’s a transition I cannot master on my own. “ The truth of the master he worried he would either transition poorly, too much, or not at all. He was doing alright he told himself, but with no basis for comparison or any way to ground himself, Frost was left to grasp at straws. A frustrating task.

A sigh, his tail swayed back and forth. “I miss my home, but, here there are less pressures on me. I can enjoy it, even if it will make my return all the more difficult. From having work every hour of my day to having days of… nothing. I end up wanting to work more than needed. It’s just muddled. But-“ He shook himself a bit, fur puffing out.

“Thank you. I greatly appreciate the help. If I need you assistance again, how might I contact you best?”