[He gives the place a good ole college try, but he ultimately decides that the leather jackets are a little too much greaser to be his kind of aesthetic. He does pick up a black button up with stark white contrast, something he could keep open without an undershirt.
On his way back to Nariko, he stops by a cute ladybug-polkadot number reminiscent of a poodle dress; he grabs what he thinks is her size and by the time he joins up with her, he holds it up to her and immediately decides:]
This isn't your size.
[Sorry, Nariko. Women's sizes don't make a lick of sense.]
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On his way back to Nariko, he stops by a cute ladybug-polkadot number reminiscent of a poodle dress; he grabs what he thinks is her size and by the time he joins up with her, he holds it up to her and immediately decides:]
This isn't your size.
[Sorry, Nariko. Women's sizes don't make a lick of sense.]