How unexpected. Zero was not fond of how he looked in the things he'd picked out? Possibly because the size was all wrong? As Harpuia had predicted? Meaning that he was, once again, completely and irritatingly told-you-so right?

"Show me," Harpuia repeated, no less bossy for having been proven right. "I'll come in there if I have to. The whole point of trying things on is to understand what works, and I can hardly do that if I can't see you." It was more than a little presumptuous to assume it was Harpuia's job to figure out what works, but again: Harpuia. Besides, if Zero had wanted to figure this out on his own, he would have gone clothes shopping on his own. Surely the shared part was supposed to be a factor in this, right?