[ It actually takes him a moment to process what she's saying. Then his brain catches up, and Fuuta wastes no time in looking vaguely insulted, face flushing hot. ]

-- you're not that much taller than me?!

[ She's like, what ... five centimeters taller? And just a little (hm) more muscular? -- not that it even matters?! It's not like he cares??? ]

Whatever. You can just use it for now and then throw it out after, anyway, so it doesn't matter. [ Actually, it does sting at his wallet a little to have to throw out a perfectly good item of clothing, but ... right now, recouping his pride comes first. Goodbye, cheap dollar store hoodie that's served him well so far. ] So just put it on, alright?