Every anime that Xander had ever seen had the plaid mini-skirt. Granted, most of those weren’t really anime and featured demons and tentacles and other unsavory elements, but that was beside the point. It was all the rage in the movies! Sides, a demon could hope, but it would do good for him as is. This worked.
“Oh, I brought my own.” He said as he motioned toward the backpack. “Figured you’d want this thing back anyway.” He said with a grin and a tilted of his head. “I would need something just a taadd bigger if I was really going to wear something like this more often. His gaze went up and down her legs for a brief moment before he rose to his feet then and moved over toward the backpack. “Long as its alright with you?” he asked as he glanced back at her.
He then furrowed his brow as he regarded her. “The what?” Being inspected hadn’t seemed to bother him, but then again, he was used to performing in front of crowds. And the people in bars and café’s often made you feel like a slab of beef on the hook the way they looked you over. “What is a kanzashi?” he asked, as he arched an eyebrow. Why did he get the feeling that was something he didn’t want to know the answer to?