Frankly, the Taisho twosome aren't much better in terms of standing out strangely; Tamamori is the worst, maybe, because he hasn't abandoned his kimono or hakama...but he spent his fifty credit allowance card on buying more important things than clothes. Or, uh, so he thought at the time. Now, he's having to compare the prices on conditioners for a stupid yokai so Minakami doesn't get ripped off by his own bleeding heart, and also trying to decide what toiletries he can consider 'appropriate' for himself.
"-oh," So, his response when being addressed comes off a bit lame, looking up from his two different bottles of conditioner; one some kind of hair mask proclaiming the POWER OF HORSE OIL, and the other emblazoned with flower patterns. This kind of guy- Tama can't decide if he fits right in, looking that ethereal, like he might be an immortal of some sort. It's enough to make him straighten his back and try to look less like a gremlin. "S-sort of?" Trying to multitask had left him comparing incompatible things, was how it sounded, so he set down the flowery bottle, then the horse oil one. Did horses go to hell? Maybe it came from horse yokai? "A demon asked for a conditioner to add 'volume', and I've never heard of such before..."
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"-oh," So, his response when being addressed comes off a bit lame, looking up from his two different bottles of conditioner; one some kind of hair mask proclaiming the POWER OF HORSE OIL, and the other emblazoned with flower patterns. This kind of guy- Tama can't decide if he fits right in, looking that ethereal, like he might be an immortal of some sort. It's enough to make him straighten his back and try to look less like a gremlin. "S-sort of?" Trying to multitask had left him comparing incompatible things, was how it sounded, so he set down the flowery bottle, then the horse oil one. Did horses go to hell? Maybe it came from horse yokai? "A demon asked for a conditioner to add 'volume', and I've never heard of such before..."