[ he's simply in the middle of his obligatory explore-the-city adventure - after all, he's never been here, either. Slow Dancer is tethered outside, and so Johnny is wheelchair-bound once more, slowly wheeling through and checking out the clothes. It feels stupid to be window-shopping when his entire life has, once again, been turned upside down; on the flipside, he literally has nothing else to do right now. The goal - getting home - is vague, distant, and currently unreachable, and gathering information is about the most productive thing he can do with his time.
Telling this guy which outfit looks better is probably not productive, but that's what he's doing now, apparently. He looks at one, then the other, then at Matsui, who shares the name of my favorite mangaka so typing that is going to feel weird every time. ]
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Telling this guy which outfit looks better is probably not productive, but that's what he's doing now, apparently. He looks at one, then the other, then at Matsui, who shares the name of my favorite mangaka so typing that is going to feel weird every time. ]
What's the occasion? Getting kidnapped?