[The bark of frustration from the other side of the curtain is worth it. It makes him feel giddy. Komaeda has always been the one getting led around by the nose, letting others take the lead. Even if Atem still definitely has it, it's nice to feel the radiating irritation of his successful flirtation from only a few feet away.

It's probably why, when Komaeda slings the curtain open once more, he's practically beaming. The outfit that Atem has chosen fits him well—the clothing is baggy enough that is completely swallows his gangly form, without looking like he's completely swimming in fabric. The colors, too, compliment his scales rather well as he steps out from the dressing room.]

How does it look?

[He says it again, but this time, he's far less flushed when he does. He's got the skirt pinched by his one hand, swishing it back and forth.]

You know... I never tried this before, but this style is much more practical with my tail. Understandably, you have a great eye for these sorts of things, Atem-kun!

[Komaeda smiles as he pads his way over to his frustrated companion.]