[Aqua peers at him for half a second over the towel as he finishes drying his face. For his own part, he's trying to put his finger on why, and how, Lobo feels familiar to him. It's as though the wolf's been around all his life, and longer--from the moment a boy named Amamiya Gorou was born, some thirty years before "Aqua" even existed. He feels like someone Aqua's pushed against, fought against in some way, but without any personal rancor on his own behalf. Almost like a professional rival; they might disagree on key principles, but they understand they're just doing their jobs.

Which is ridiculous, because sentient, people-sized wolves don't exist in Aqua's world, and they wouldn't have anything to do with actors in high school if they did. (Reincarnated doctors, on the other hand...)

With no other reason coming to mind for his uneasy sense of acquaintanceship, Aqua chalks it up to the instinctual human wariness towards big predators and takes a seat on the same bench to continue toweling off.]

I guess so. As long as the populace is used to it.

[He scrubs one arm dry, then the other. Man, that fur sure can hold a lot of water.]

Even those of us from worlds without talking animals wouldn't expect a wolf to wear clothes. [Understatedly wry:] Might cause a disturbance for other reasons, though.

[Like a big, bad wolf just turning up in a modern city.]