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JJ caught a glimpse of the picture on the wall of the home's previous occupants. He scrunched his face up in disgust. "Great. We can pretend to be the Stepford newlyweds." He would not be confiscating any khakis, thanks. He found the set of drawers seemingly meant for the husband and found a few pairs of jeans that were thankfully long enough but probably a bit looser than he'd like, and none of them black. They'd have to do. He headed to the closet to look for a belt and some shirts.
"This guy was definitely some douche-bag, frat-bro." He replied from the closet. He'd managed to find a treasure trove of fraternity and run/walk event tees. Also the guy seemed to really like AC/DC, which was about the only thing that didn't make JJ want to find him and punch him in the face, corpse or no.