Sunny
* You ready?

—Jiro—
...
So I just step out?
Maybe not...
Yeah, I'm ready

Sunny
* Yeah yeah!! Let's see ya!

—Jiro—
...



Jiro clothes montage! He shows off three outfits: cargo pants with a tank top, a beanie, fishnet gloves, and pre-torn jeans, and a skirt/hoodie-vest combo.

We see his audience: Sitara, Sunny and Glard, sitting on some cushioned bench at a clothes store. Sunny hoots and hollers, Sitara claps politely, and Glard is confused.

Sunny
* FUUUUCK yeah!!! YEAH!!!!!

Sitara
* Very good, ahaha!

Sunny
* You are hitting for six here, mate!
* Get you pulling pussy and/or cock like a deep-sea trawler!

  Glard Gorpnan
Very nice. I... think?
Uh, Sunny. Shouldn't we be focusing on the plan right now?

Sunny
* Don't bust a vessel, Glaz, we got time to kill.
* It's Mrs. Mundy's turn to bat now, her and my mum.
* She'll give us a shout once they're done with their bit and she's ready for us cunts again.
* Until then, our bottle is necked.

Sunny
* Besides, I've been stuck on a fuckin' moonbase for a minor century.
* Permit us one day out with the bitches, wouldja?

  Glard Gorpnan
Am I... "bitches"?


Jiro steps out from the changing rooms again to present a fourth outfit to his friends, this one a big heavy jacket with matching boots.

—Jiro—
...
Sunny. Sunny look.
How's this one?
I wasn't expecting to feel so good in your foreign clothing.
Why do I care about this...
Actually I would like to hear Sitara's thoughts on this outfit, she has a good eye for this sort of thing

Sunny
* Yeah, YEAH!!! Fuckin' DEADLY!!!

Sitara
* Ahh, I like that silhouette on you! And with those boots, very cool!

  Glard Gorpnan
I think I am missing vital cultural context for this activity.

Sunny
* Just go apeshit whenever we do, that'll get you the essentials.

Sitara
* Are you sure you don't want to try anything on yourself, Glard?

  Glard Gorpnan
Uhh...

Sunny
* Awww, go on.
* Grab some fuckin' trousers at least.
* The full-on arse-out look is pretty severely frowned upon round here, you know.

  Glard Gorpnan
Wh-- what!? It is??

Sitara
* Ahahaha, it's okay! We'll get you something while we're here. Come on!

Sitara leads away the still-confused and likely-to-continue-being-confused-in-future Glard by the hand, leaving Jiro and Sunny.

Sunny
* Yeah he's fucked. She'll have him done up like a Sailor Scout now.

—Jiro—
...
Sailor Scout?
I think her style might work on him.
He's already halfway to being a stuffed animal.

Sunny
* Mmm. I see it. Get some lace on that cunt, he'll make peasants of us all.

—Jiro—
...
And he won't even realize how good he looks.
Okay but really, what's a Sailor Scout??
So, when's your turn to play dressups?

Sunny
* Aheh. I wasn't thinkin' my wardrobe's got any gaping holes, but...
* Fuck it, you know what? 'Tis the season.
* Any suggestions?

—Jiro—
...
Oh no, not really
The coat you had on at the labs looked pretty smart
Maybe a dress...? No, that'd be weird on you.
Big hat.
Something summery? Shorts?

Sunny
* Ahahey! Show off my thighs, you reckon?

—Jiro—
...
No I didn't mean it like that--!
Yes, you'd look great
To a tasteful degree, of course.

Sunny
* Might be nice to let loose my second set a' stripes.

—Jiro—
...
Or a maxi skirt and long sleeves. If you can't handle it~
Oh, you do have stripes there. I was wondering...
I... wouldn't mind seeing them...

Sunny
* Oh, I'll bet.
* They're good gams though, can't be denied. I oughta give 'em some air.
* Let the passers-by claim an eyeful, it'll be a public fuckin' service.

—Jiro—
...
Only if you want to
What fortune I have, to behold your majesty
Where am I going with this

Sunny
* Too right, it's your brush with the divine!
* You'll be writing fuckin' hymns about it!



Jiro quiets up suddenly, loses the vigour he had a second ago. Sunny notices. The two of them just sit there and watch the shoppers go by.

—Jiro—
...
This is really nice. You're really nice.
Damn it.
This is dangerous.

Sunny
* ...Hey. I was just trying to match your drumbeat.
* I can drop the tempo if that's what we're after.

—Jiro—
...
Is it that easy?
You make it sound so simple.
Someone's going to get hurt.
I'm supposed to be better than this

Sunny
* Come on, mate, you talk like we're hitting 80 kay with the brake lines cut.
* You don't wanna ride that road, we don't gotta. It's alright.



Sunny gets a phone call.

Sunny
* Ope. Sorry, uh...

—Jiro—
...
Convenient.
Go ahead, it's fine

Sunny
* Be just a sec.

Sunny takes the call.

Sunny
* Clip, ya fantastic fuck! How's life?

Sunny
* Yeah? Aw yeah, mate, we gotta get out again sometime soon!
* I've been in fuckin' space. Lost my place in the calendar, y'know.
* Fuck, I haven't missed your boyfriend's birthday, have I?
* I've been tryna get through to him, but--

Sunny
* ...Is he.

Sunny
* ...Uh huh? Rrrright. So you're telling me--

Sunny
* ...
* Ah, fuck. I'll be right over.

Sunny puts her phone away. She gives Jiro a gentle knuckle tap on his arm.

Sunny
* Sorry to leave the seat up on ya, Jiro, but I gotta run.
* You good to stick with Glard and Sitara for a hot minute?

—Jiro—
...
I'll be fine.
Go. It's for the best.





Lum says:
A very special thanks must go to the venerable axollyon for designing the four Jiro outfits on this page! What a fantastic job they did. Which one's your favourite?