"This....is a bit tight for my liking."  He's grateful to have the version of her uniform with leggings, but still does not appreciate the breeze on his lower legs, or the extent to which the fabric clings to his ass.  What he lacks in the muscular Hope has he makes up for in height and it fits awkwardly, but well enough.  "I can see how someone who depends so much on their agility might prefer to not have loose fabric that can get caught on things, though."

Roswell just stared at the fishnet stocking. He just stared.
"I'm gettin' too auld for dis." Roswell  finally concluded as he tried to tug the top down. "Way too auld," he added. 

"I'm... not exactly quite used to wearing pants," Lore said matter-of-factly when she realized that she wasn't in her normal outfit anymore. At least not having a veil cover her face made things easier to see... but the sleeves were a bit too short for her liking. It made her arms feel somewhat exposed, and Arthur's coat seemed too long for her, or at least a bit too wild for her. 

"Do I have to stay in this outfit for the rest of the day? These hanging parts feel a bit... odd. I want my old outfit back."

"What a cute dress! it's different than what I usually wear; can't show up to class in this," She said, inspecting the shoes. She jumped at the sight of the floating halo, "Oh... that's a bit spooky..."

"This shows more skin than I would like," Seimei laughs a little awkwardly after he pulls on her shorts. He crosses his legs to make himself more comfortable. "They seem quite restrictive too, how do you move in these?"

He touched the scarf gingerly. "I like this, on the other hand. It's very warm."

Holden looked at the clothes he was now being forced to wear. "These aren't too out of place from what I usually wear. I can appreciate it for what it is and I'm glad it's nothing out of place." He stated. As he kept examining himself he couldn't help but notice a blood stain on the shirt. "Just what exactly is this!?" He grabbed the shirt and examined the stain. "God I hope it's not blood..." He said as he tried to rub the stain off, but it was clear that in the back of his mind that he knew what it was. It's alright because his attention was quickly turned over to the paper bag. "Is this even considered clothing?" He placed it over his head. "Hey pal... I'm not one to judge but I'm starting to question the things you wear and do."

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Chance glanced over the clothes they now wore, twirling experimentally and picking at the tear in the jeans. "It's comfortable as heck, for sure. Not something I'd pick out myself, I don't think, and blue is certainly not a color that suits me, but I like it." They laughed a bit. "Though I'm not the biggest fan of the jeans. Ripped pants really aren't my style, heh."

"Ugh...so dumb." Tanya huffed. Oh how this dumb situation infuriated the magical girl. She was absolutely disgusted and irritated by the outfit she wore. The girl just hated such kind of clothes(her magical outfit didn't count: it had that pretty cool adidas jacket...duh) and she would never wear something so wretcfhed and cute and disgusting by her own will. But there she was now, wearing this ridiculous pink outfit. "бляяя I want to get rid of it asap" She whispered.

"What in the absolute hell is this," Sebastian grumbled, looking down at the clothes that hardly fit him. No longer did he have the protection of his clean undershirt and vest meant to fit a fit male, but the tight-fitting clothes of an emaciated young teen. The dice head was visibly uncomfortable and cringed under the folds that dug into his skin and flesh.
Finally, Sebastian sighed, his face tumbling over to a three," I believe someone is going to have to cut me out."