[Well. At this point, Dave's sort of autopiloted into holding the hoodie against himself. Looks like it'll fit. And the Spectre titters to himself and tells Medic "Sold!" as he squints himself through her prescription lenses.]
Uh... [Well, he isn't going to argue with words like "diopters" and negative numbers with decimal points.] All right... I'm not signing autographs or anything, though. Not unless you've already got a pen.
[On goes the hoodie, up goes the hood. No time even to take the tag off. His shit is SAFE.]
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Uh... [Well, he isn't going to argue with words like "diopters" and negative numbers with decimal points.] All right... I'm not signing autographs or anything, though. Not unless you've already got a pen.
[On goes the hoodie, up goes the hood. No time even to take the tag off. His shit is SAFE.]