[Look, he got The Talk when he was a pup and everything, don't look down on him?! Nora would have carried on being indignant about entirely the wrong thing (there's a lot of things to be indignant about right now, though, so he might be a bit forgiven for not knowing where his priorities lie; the thing is that he never knows where his priorities lie so this is really just a normal disaster) for quite a while if he hadn't been distracted by Naoki's sudden appearance on the bed.
Nora had been peripherally aware of Fellow Dog and also the fox running around in the background, but he'd been way too preoccupied with the actual possible people (human? it's really hard to tell already) threats to pay them much mind. He doesn't think of them as threats, anyway, and that's why he just blinks at Naoki and his bundle of clothes for a moment. Kaede's dramatic announcement is a little less important right now.]
Oh. Right, I... [this is the second time he manages to realize he doesn't have a stitch on him save for the hated collar that he's mostly forgotten about just now because he's used to having a collar there; there's a moment of flustering where he glares defiantly at everyone (except the dog) and dares them to comment while he jumps behind the bed to try and figure out the clothes...] --Who the hell made these, how many buttons are there?!
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[Look, he got The Talk when he was a pup and everything, don't look down on him?! Nora would have carried on being indignant about entirely the wrong thing (there's a lot of things to be indignant about right now, though, so he might be a bit forgiven for not knowing where his priorities lie; the thing is that he never knows where his priorities lie so this is really just a normal disaster) for quite a while if he hadn't been distracted by Naoki's sudden appearance on the bed.
Nora had been peripherally aware of Fellow Dog and also the fox running around in the background, but he'd been way too preoccupied with the actual possible people (human? it's really hard to tell already) threats to pay them much mind. He doesn't think of them as threats, anyway, and that's why he just blinks at Naoki and his bundle of clothes for a moment. Kaede's dramatic announcement is a little less important right now.]
Oh. Right, I... [this is the second time he manages to realize he doesn't have a stitch on him save for the hated collar that he's mostly forgotten about just now because he's used to having a collar there; there's a moment of flustering where he glares defiantly at everyone (except the dog) and dares them to comment while he jumps behind the bed to try and figure out the clothes...] --Who the hell made these, how many buttons are there?!