You really hope that the clothes you have picked out fit. Your quite a but taller than him so it may be a bit long, but that should be alright the only one seeing it is yourself and your not even quite sure that it cares or can even feel embarrassment for that matter.
Though judging by its words upstairs you have confirmed it can feel anger and that it somehow speaks English which is strange for it's own separate reasons, but you put those feelings and questions aside for the time being and begin to travel up the wooden stairs again to give the clothing to your company. You wonder if it would even know how to put on the clothes. On one hand it wasent wearing any clothes when you found it but on the other it seemed upset that it was naked, so your going to assume it knows what clothes are.
Stopping in front of the door you consider knocking for a moment but decide against it its your home and if your keeping it as a pet it has no need for privacy. You open the door once again looking into the brightly colored room with the added addition of your guest, that looks just as angry as he was a few moments ago. Without making eye contact you set the small pile of clothes on the bed and step back, you begin to open your mouth but are interrupted buy the same tone of voice as earlier.
"Dont tell me your plannin on watchin me get dressed"
you mentally sigh this thing really has a mouth on it
"Believe me that'th the latht thing I would want to thee today"
it seems satisfied with that answer as you leave the room once again. Originally you were going to tell him to yell for you if something was illfiting but now you dont care if somethings a bit too big or small on him so once again you go down the stairs a bit annoyed at the repetition but this is how your time usually goes anyway, the same things over and over again until they're gone.
Each day seems to be getting longer than the last, you almost wish you could sleep for fulfillment like humans just to feel relieved maybe experience a dream, you head into your living room and continue on the topic of dreams in your head going back and forth on the subject. You've always been curious about dreams, the way people have described them to you in the past always make them sounds so intangible the idea exprecincing something that isnt real so vividly to the point of tears or anger all while being in a state that is meant to relax and rejuvenate you. The questions and abstract ideas continue knawing at your skull until you stop at one of your own questions. "What would I dream about?"
would it be happy? Maybe a memory from when you were younger, but that could also be sad, maybe you wouldn't dream at all maybe you would just lay there and sleep.
Thinking about dreams and sleep makes you feel confused and maybe a bit envious. You look up from where your sitting and stare at the blank wall in front of you.
It's going to be a long day again
(thanks for the nice reviews! :D it's very nice to hear positive feedback and sorry this chapter took so long! I've been behind on schoolwork so that's comes first plus I'm always so nervous about writing! I never know what to do next! I have a whole plot planned out but I dont know how to place it so I guess we'll find out as we go along! thanks for reading :D~)