[It had to be Japanese manners that threw him, he decided, because even after associating with all of these people from Japan, Cliff found that he still wasn't used to some of the distant and polite mannerisms he saw in his friends. He pulled the contents out of the box, admiring the way it was folded and the comfortable weight of the natural, unaltered fibers. That quality of fabric was rare in the era of space travel, and it was a luxury that many people didn't even know existed until they found themselves holding such a fine garment.
He slipped it on, unsurprised by how the sleeves were a little short on him, and fumbled to tie the the other piece around his waist.
Odds were that he did it wrong, he knew, but it worked well enough.
Comfortable in the clothes, he went out to go join Souji. He knew he would be safe enough from tripping over any wandering animals if he stayed close to the wall.]
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He slipped it on, unsurprised by how the sleeves were a little short on him, and fumbled to tie the the other piece around his waist.
Odds were that he did it wrong, he knew, but it worked well enough.
Comfortable in the clothes, he went out to go join Souji. He knew he would be safe enough from tripping over any wandering animals if he stayed close to the wall.]