[It's true. Even if he were to button his jacket, there's the problem of his sleeve looking like it'd been eaten off by a pack of rabid dogs, like a rookie postman. First day on the job. He'll visibly frown at the lack of fabric, turn his arm over and over again as if expecting a sleeve to materialize.
In the meantime: he's listening. Solomon really ought to try darker colors, considering nearly all of his suits have been ruined by the elements so far (90% being of his own doing....), but he's a creature of habit.]
I don't believe you.
[For the record.]
But I am curious.
[Of what Takasugi's idea of an acceptable white ensemble is.]
If you present me with a tablecloth, I won't forgive you.
[Like that time he got tricked into joining a cult and drinking fire blood.]
damn...u got me
In the meantime: he's listening. Solomon really ought to try darker colors, considering nearly all of his suits have been ruined by the elements so far (90% being of his own doing....), but he's a creature of habit.]
I don't believe you.
[For the record.]
But I am curious.
[Of what Takasugi's idea of an acceptable white ensemble is.]
If you present me with a tablecloth, I won't forgive you.
[Like that time he got tricked into joining a cult and drinking fire blood.]