[She flexes her fingers for a moment, trying to alleviate the dull ache that's started in her hands (how appendages that are barely even solid can ache at all is beyond her), before reaching for the materials to sew another satchel with.]
Well... The thing with sewing your own clothes is you can make whatever the hell you want, pretty much. That's kinda the point? So it just depends on what you think you can pull off, I guess... And if you wanna be able to wear a top with your pants.
[Even after saying all this, she still hasn't started sewing her next satchel. She's just holding and considering the fabric, as if worried that it, too, will also somehow morph into a Pikachu if she starts too quickly.]
To be honest, I've seen all kinds of pants here—both kinds you mentioned and more. Four legs is nothing. You should see the pairs Spinarak wears sometimes... If you can even call 'em pairs.
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[She flexes her fingers for a moment, trying to alleviate the dull ache that's started in her hands (how appendages that are barely even solid can ache at all is beyond her), before reaching for the materials to sew another satchel with.]
Well... The thing with sewing your own clothes is you can make whatever the hell you want, pretty much. That's kinda the point? So it just depends on what you think you can pull off, I guess... And if you wanna be able to wear a top with your pants.
[Even after saying all this, she still hasn't started sewing her next satchel. She's just holding and considering the fabric, as if worried that it, too, will also somehow morph into a Pikachu if she starts too quickly.]
To be honest, I've seen all kinds of pants here—both kinds you mentioned and more. Four legs is nothing. You should see the pairs Spinarak wears sometimes... If you can even call 'em pairs.
[Six legs!]