"I get a feeling we are overdoing things. Like, by a lot."
Alan said with a mixed expression, carefully examining his hair that turned from sheep-like puffiness into the wild lion's mane. As for the clothes, the stylized uniform that was forced upon him by his mother was changed to the simple martial artist uniform although the feminine uniform did find some more use to make the clothes stand out more the floaty shawl was rolled up and turned into an extravagant belt.
His hairstyle and wardrobe wasn't the only thing bothering him though.
In his hand, he held two leashes both connected to the collars adorned by both Zoemi and Aaron.
Collars as in dog collars.
"I thought we were supposed to keep a low profile – and the opposite will happen if anyone sees us like this... people might get ideas about us..."
Alan let out an uneasy voice and shook the leashes before glancing at Zoemi and hurriedly looking away blushing.
