[Huffff, that's fine, he can handle that. He's a goddamned adult, he bought his own clothes on Ragna and everything. Taking a brief, cursive glance at the options on the racks nearest him, he pulls the plainest, blackest long-sleeved button shirt in his size and drapes it over his arm. See? An adult. This is totally unnecessary. and a little embarrassing]
no subject
and a little embarrassing]