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Sure, he got by with jeans and t-shirts and sneakers. Maybe flannel here and there. But he didn't actually care, much, when he opened his closet and put something on - as long as it fit and wasn't cutting off his circulation, then fine. Whatever. Besides, he wore scrubs to work. Then came home and crashed. There was nothing in between that required looking like he actually put effort into what he wore.
But he thought that since he was here, well, why not? Apparently there were people in town who knew more about clothing styles that he did. It was either that or sit in the medically-designated building wearing scrubs again, constantly, and that would start to get on even his nerves. So shopping it was.
He went to Van Dyne's, stepping inside and glancing around - so there was a lot on shelves, on racks, there was a blonde girl and a robot and...well, that was about as far as he got. "Uh - " Was he interrupting? He was probably interrupting. "Hi, sorry. Is this - a bad time?"