Kir has been seeing a handful of craze when it comes to sheep suits, curiosity got the better of them as they decided to try one one on, getting a somewhat well conveniently placed sheep suit nearby, slipping themselves inside, right off the bat they can see the appeal, the lining, the puffiness and the slightly thick suit around them does give some comforting and nice vibes, zipping more of the suit up, sliding their hands in on the hooves, as they rub their hooves across the rubbery puffy wool, pushing in and kind of losing themselves on the sensation, they barely noticed the figure behind them holding what seems to be the head part of the sheep suit and barely registering as the head is slammed down over their face, disoriented and confused they struggle for a bit

As the mask melds onto their form, and the suit tightening snug around them, the struggling ceases, shoulders slackening and expression forming a somewhat silly and dopey smile, letting out a soft baaah, they should probably figure out who did this to them, but that fleeting thought slips out from them, more and more of their thoughts seem to succumb more into the wool