[Koby makes a soft, gently startled sound, like a cat woken out of a nap.] What's -- that for?
[There's definite anxiety in Koby's expression, like he's waiting for the questions -- or the accusations. Some sort of pointing and shouting and accusation. He's not expecting the joke, or the kindness, the reassurance. He trails along after the man -- Iggy, apparently.]
Um, Koby. Why -- would you be in a dress? Dresses are terrible. [That much about Koby is stereotypical -- he haaaates dresses.]
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[There's definite anxiety in Koby's expression, like he's waiting for the questions -- or the accusations. Some sort of pointing and shouting and accusation. He's not expecting the joke, or the kindness, the reassurance. He trails along after the man -- Iggy, apparently.]
Um, Koby. Why -- would you be in a dress? Dresses are terrible. [That much about Koby is stereotypical -- he haaaates dresses.]