"You're going to have to tell me which in the lineup that is by number, I absolutely cannot tell which one is which from the shitty blindness text blurbs," she says, drily. "This one the cherry one? Because if you like it, it's got good ratings on not being a fire hazard, which is always nice."

"Ah, sorry for being unclear! I don't think—oh, I see, it comes in a few colors and defaults to black. Yes! That one, but the uh... third color option."

The problem with this scenario is that he cannot see a time readout on Minseo's screen. And he hasn't figured out how to summon a clock on his super-futuristic holo-thing with just gestures. So really, he's stuck forever.

At least if he's not going to tell anyone what predicament he's in!

"It's fine, I mostly blame the really shitty descriptions websites have. We're lucky I even have any to go off of, sometimes sites just have nothing but gibberish for descriptions."

"With a little practice I can help, maybe." Helping is good! Much better than opinions, which he of course only has under duress.

"Mhm. That'd be appreciated if I need to replace any clothes during the confluence, I do most of my shopping online, but I'm good for now. Thanks, though." Tap tap tap, and order for custom build placed in to this one place she knows, with this case that will be sent to them and these specific specs!

"How do you want your laptop delivered, by the way? Should I just go through Quasar?"

He had been so bowled over by the offer that he had forgotten how to resist, for a moment. When was the last time he'd been a recipient of a bribe, rather than having one demanded of him?

But this is Korea. You're supposed to fight this kind of thing in Korea! "Oh! You don't need to do that! If you just pass me the name I can order it myself!" he says quickly. Luckily, he's already deeply uncomfortable with accepting a gift from a superior, so this part is easy.

"I know I don't need to? But I have stupid money, no reason not to, and think everyone should have a computer. Money should not be sat on like some kind of dragon, I don't get a high score for reaching a billion. Also, too late, I've already ordered it, I'm just asking for how to get it to you most conveniently."

"Ahhhh no, that's so much money, though! I cannot possibly accept it!" Man, Korea is great. He feels so at home here, refusing people's offers of generosity! "Cancel the order and I can get it myself. I don't have a permanent address yet, anyway!"

"It's really not a large sum, for me? And yeah, I figured you wouldn't, that's why I want you to have a laptop? So you can have a little home you take with you."

"Aww." It slips out before he can suppress it. "That's really sweet."

"Yep. I'd also want to fix it if you were like... obviously clothed in rags or starving or whatever, too. This is just that, but for tech."

"<Oh, shit, right, my clothes!>"

"Eh?"

"...Nothing, sorry. I just remembered that I was supposed to go shopping. Nothing to worry about."

"... You have like, three sets of clothes, don't you. That is what is going on. 'Kay, this is solvable, you're going to need to be my eyes but I know all the online shopping options and can prioritize good fabrics."

"Please, sunbae, this is really too much. You already bought me a computer just now! I cannot possibly accept all this." He can't even give a thank-you hug or the like because he's the little spoon! He is so small and useless.

Nevermind that he actually does need help with this. Fuck.

"Could you just... tell me, uh, some fashionable stores for men? Places that would sell like... I don't know... how Ha Si-yeon-sunbae might dress on a day off? For example?"

Wait no. Ha Si-yeon dresses like a day off during business hours. What would he even—

"Day off in like... formal kind of way? date kind of way? casual sweats? Is this general wear, or for something specific?"

Too late, Dasol, the nosy little queer has smelled blood weakness a person who needs a thing.

"Not a date." At least he assumes it definitely cannot be a date, because... not a date. Obviously not a date. "Uh, like. Dinner with... a work friend?" Crap she's going to put two and two together with this much context. "I mean, like, nice but not so nice that people think you're there to work?"

The nuances of what are and are not dates are lost on Minseo. She decides that this is close enough to being a datelike event that she should probably just treat it as dressing for a date.

"Yeah that's doable. Is there a time limit you need these by...?"

"... 20:00-but-if-you-need-me-here-for-tonight-I-can-totally-work-around-that-don't-worry-sunbae-I-just-didn't-realize-I-might-have-a-viable-match-so-soon-I-can-totally-cancel-and-I-am-sure-he'll-understand—"

This guy is such a disaster. It's kind of fascinating. Like looking at a car wreck, or a 4D dungeon, but without the headache of trying to map it for other people.

Never let it be said she doesn't like interesting problems, though.

She checks the time. 16:36, so... three hours and change. For a date outfit, that probably needs to be washed before being worn, considering his sensory stuff. Okay, shopping on hard mode. Her silo does actually have a washing machine.

"Nah, we've got this. Okay, up you get, time to get your measurements." She has a comm screen thing for this! Usually it's used for dungeon mapping, but it can do curves, and if you think Minseo is not the type of person to immediately leverage a technological thing for her own benefit, you do not know her very well.

“We do? Oh!” We do. Mapping is sunbae’s thing. She said so!

She nudged him slightly when she said “up,” and so of course he leapt out of the bed like he’d been burned, and now he’s just standing there. Naked. And—thankfully not hard due to the stress of the shopping! He sighs quietly in relief. “Do I need to put my arms up or something?”

"Shouldn't need to. I'm gonna give you access to this on your own commscreen, that way you can put your measuring points yourself for some awkward places, and places I won't be able to find by blindly fumbling around." Awkward places being the inseam; look, it wouldn't be awkward with most people she knows, but with the recovering arguable sex slave, it files under the awkward category for her. Just as a personal thing.

Regardless, she has apprenticed under Ji-woo-unnie, unstoppable esper terror of international medicine, so: these measurements are happening, and they are happening with impressive speed and efficiency. Dasol's cooperation during this would be appreciated, but is not necessary.

"All right, so the easiest semi-formalish look is black shirt of some kind, then a fancy-ish jacket and matching pants in a tasteful color. Are your esper eyes a notable color? Because it'd be easiest to just match with that," she says, after the flurry of measurements has ended and there is a tidy list of everything.

“They’re um… not notable, no. Sort of a darkish blue?” He doesn’t really look in mirrors all that often but that’s usually how people describe them.