He went stiff when Chika held the shirt up to him. He had no idea what she was doing so he stood as still as he could. She was the expert here, after all, even if her methods were odd to him. If she thought the skateboard was bad, he'd put it up. He didn't have a preference, really. So long as they were clothes, he was fine.

"Uh, okay. What kinda pants?" He felt silly asking, but what could he do? This was all new to him.