[Despite his protests, he finally gives in. Hell, he doesn't remember anything. Maybe these clothes are actually his. Maybe him not liking them now just has something to do with the amnesia.
[Richard just laughs and pats him on the back before resuming rummaging through the closet and the dressers in search of any sort of accessories that would look vaguely superhero-esque.
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[Backing up slowly...]
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If Isamu is lucky, he'll be fast enough to avoid this. If not... well, he'll fall victim to frills.]
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He squirms something fierce, though.]
Dammit! Stop that!
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[Although that's easier said than done, as it's hard to get it around Isamu's neck while he's squirming like that.]
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[Despite his protests, he finally gives in. Hell, he doesn't remember anything. Maybe these clothes are actually his. Maybe him not liking them now just has something to do with the amnesia.
But he doubts it.]
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Ah, the hat. He plunks that back on Isamu's head and studies the effect intently...]
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You're spared from the position of sidekick too, unless you have particularly strong feelings otherwise.
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[Thank goodness. This top feels confining.]
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What is his life, he isn't even sure.]
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Just let me dress myself from now on.
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[No, he can't hide a smile, both at Isamu's expression and his response.]