[Oh, of course the day is just going to insist on getting stranger and stranger. He's jumps back, shoe momentarily forgotten in his confusion. It... looks like just clothes, like someone is trying to control a broken puppet and making it flail about wildly.
Alright, that's cool, he's sure that it's entirely possible aliens or robots or whatever might look like clothes. No reason to lose his mind over a stray outfit, right? Still, he decides not to try approaching it and actually takes another few steps backwards.]
Hey, I think you're... uh, missing your hanger? Or your person, or I have a really bad concussion right now.
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Alright, that's cool, he's sure that it's entirely possible aliens or robots or whatever might look like clothes. No reason to lose his mind over a stray outfit, right? Still, he decides not to try approaching it and actually takes another few steps backwards.]
Hey, I think you're... uh, missing your hanger? Or your person, or I have a really bad concussion right now.