[ With a new source of income, Kim is aware that there are some necessities he ought to pick up. A better first-aid kit (the past few months have been telling on that front), a second chair, pantry staples, a decent lock for his door, some proper blinds to block out the neon lights just outside his window, some basic tools, a nest egg for emergencies...
But, of course, he pretends that those aren't on his to-do list in favour of what he actually wants, which is some additions to his wardrobe. He's found himself in one of the bigger, more prolific thrift stores in the Sutoku district, filled with a variety of both eccentric and commonplace clothing, run underneath the watchful eye of the Fukuro-Mujina that runs the place, dressed in a different elaborate get-up every time he's stepped foot into the establishment. He's in the midst of leafing through some jackets, yanking out a particularly nice one that's about three sizes too big for him when he spots a familiar face across the display. ]
FOR EMILY
But, of course, he pretends that those aren't on his to-do list in favour of what he actually wants, which is some additions to his wardrobe. He's found himself in one of the bigger, more prolific thrift stores in the Sutoku district, filled with a variety of both eccentric and commonplace clothing, run underneath the watchful eye of the Fukuro-Mujina that runs the place, dressed in a different elaborate get-up every time he's stepped foot into the establishment. He's in the midst of leafing through some jackets, yanking out a particularly nice one that's about three sizes too big for him when he spots a familiar face across the display. ]
Ah -- Emily, right?