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?