Have you taken leave of your (fashion) senses!?
It really wasn't fair, Eriol thought, that someone so delicate should kick so hard. Then again, she was his creation. If she kicked hard, it was because he'd made her that way.
"Ruby Moon…"
"No!" Nakuru fumed. "Absolutely not!" She shoved the new uniform back at him angrily. It looked rather like Yue's, complete with tight leggings.
"THIS," she proclaimed, "is a fashion disaster."
"But—"
"What, you want me to look like him now? Is that it?" Her eyes narrowed.
"No! I…oh, I give up!" he sighed. "You don't have to wear it. Just…would you please consider wearing pants when you go flying?"
"…oops."