Upon spotting the clothing store he walks in, unable to help the wince that happens upon his features. It wasn't a matter of Gary being so used to wearing finer clothes, it was the fact that literally everything in here was awful. Ugly, glittery, giant letters spelling out something dumb on t-shirts, patchwork jeans because somehow the hobo look became a thing?
Trying his best to ignore the eyesore that was this entire shop he once again begins looking through the clothes wracks for notes, lifting up some shirts laid out. He really didn't care so much about this town's secrets anymore. Perhaps to an extent, as a need for information, but he had much more important things to be thinking about. And if he's going to be taking time away from that he doesn't want to be wasting it on something this dumb.
With a sigh he lifts up another shirt, nearly taken aback by the silvery shine that nearly blinded him when the store's light reflected off of it. He winced even harder than when he entered the store as he lift the shirt up in front of him, a look similar to one you would wear if you smelled something rotten. The silver material was nothing in comparison to the shiny gold sequins spelling out the word "Top Dog" in the front.
Disgusting. What kind of asshole would wear something like this, he wonders, while turning to wherever Dave is at the moment.]
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[And he leaves it at that.
Upon spotting the clothing store he walks in, unable to help the wince that happens upon his features. It wasn't a matter of Gary being so used to wearing finer clothes, it was the fact that literally everything in here was awful. Ugly, glittery, giant letters spelling out something dumb on t-shirts, patchwork jeans because somehow the hobo look became a thing?
Trying his best to ignore the eyesore that was this entire shop he once again begins looking through the clothes wracks for notes, lifting up some shirts laid out. He really didn't care so much about this town's secrets anymore. Perhaps to an extent, as a need for information, but he had much more important things to be thinking about. And if he's going to be taking time away from that he doesn't want to be wasting it on something this dumb.
With a sigh he lifts up another shirt, nearly taken aback by the silvery shine that nearly blinded him when the store's light reflected off of it. He winced even harder than when he entered the store as he lift the shirt up in front of him, a look similar to one you would wear if you smelled something rotten. The silver material was nothing in comparison to the shiny gold sequins spelling out the word "Top Dog" in the front.
Disgusting. What kind of asshole would wear something like this, he wonders, while turning to wherever Dave is at the moment.]
Hey, Dave. You have to try this on. Right now.