Nuitari shook her head rapidly, and pulling the blanket up around her legs, folding her arms around a doll she stiched herself, and her knees, inhaling a deep breath.. ' Papa, no... I don't want to meet anyone, I don't want to go outside if I have to wear more than a shirt...'..she paused, shifting to brush the silver bangs from her face...' skirts..pants.. erm..they hurt my tail..'..nods, hoping this would convince him to allow her to stay in what she usually always tried to wear...the same shirt she had clung to since the day she found it in his items.. She had worn it under her cloak which now lays over a seat in the corner.. the shirt was a baby blue silk, that hung loosely from her shoulders falling just to mid thigh..

Hunter pondered this request then smirked. He had an idea. He grabbeda pair of pants he had and started cutting them up hen stitching them together his fingers working gently and quickly as he did this task wiht great love and affection. Soon he was done and produced the best pair of leather pants ever made. For a bonus he added a slow dip that allowed her tail to have comfiness. "no more pain hun so you can wear pants," he said happy wiht his job,"alright?"

She forced a small smile, her ears flattening against her skull as she nodded her head.. seeing once more she wouldn't win with this topic... if only he could understand her hatred for clothing in the first place.. she pushed away the blanket, crawling towards the end of the bed, taking them, and hugging him around the waist, nuzzling along his stomach. "yes..thank you papa..".. shifted some as she released him extracting and retracting her claws, before wiggling into the pants, passing her paws over them abit more chipper as she tried to think positively about it. " Thanks alot Papa, they fit really nicely."

I'm suchs a good dad. Hunter htought to himself as she tried them on. "don't worry," he said softly "they won't let you be naked. I know, this one time i streaked through the campus. You shoulda seen the stink that caused." Hunter told her chuckling as he continued ot tell her old sotries from his younger days.

She listened to him for as long as he would talk, curling up against him, her cheek to his lap, as her tail hung off of the bed... she had fallen asleep during one of his stories, her exhaustion weighing toe from her travel to the academy.