Nope. [He grimaces, still unsure why but not necessarily about to blame anyone. If he'd just remembered a little closer to Aifaran that he'd decided to lie low and shouldn't fly in over the city in plain daylight and hope either of his roommates were inside to open the window because that's the only place he had clothes available, he wouldn't still be more than an hour out.] No idea what's going on with that, but they must have some reason.

[It hasn't hurt him yet, and walking is hardly going to kill him, so Rokuta, while he's annoyed, isn't particularly angry about it. He'd just hoped he'd have some other options, but...]

... Sheena, you don't gotta come all the way out here. I should've thought this through better. [Still balancing the yimo in one hand, his knee makes an entrance at the lower edge of the screen as he pulls his leg up to rest his chin against it. He's just... so very used to not have to think about when he transforms and where his clothes are.] And I've got a nice rock right here. There's a stream running by the road, but not a house or anything. Think the nearest village is another half hour in the opposite direction...