[Theo isn't getting anything as exciting as a foam wife or nature's best dick pics, but he's still sneaking around to the Commissary a day or two after it opens to when it seems like it's currently empty nearby.
In the past, Theo said he never wanted to use this machine, that it was insulting with its kitschy products and foam replications. He still agrees with that, but there's something he wants, and now he can afford it.
Theo's never had a nice suit. He's always been stuck with hand-me-downs from his much larger older brother, or second hand finds. It was time to get something nice for once in his life. He arrived only with the suit he died in. He had nothing else.
He'd assume is was a replication, just like the other things the Commissary dispenses, but it was still lovely. A black, single-breasted three piece suit and vest, matching shoes, with a deep red shirt and matte gold tie. All cut to fit his size. It comes with the tag of a fine tailor from Japantown in San Francisco, looking for all the world like the real thing. Theo looks pretty thrilled about it, which is exactly why he's here to pick it up when he think he's alone. Can't let anyone see him being happy now, can he?
Of course, he picks up his new threads and turns to walk off, only to see there was someone now waiting in line behind him.]
Theo Crawford | OTA
In the past, Theo said he never wanted to use this machine, that it was insulting with its kitschy products and foam replications. He still agrees with that, but there's something he wants, and now he can afford it.
Theo's never had a nice suit. He's always been stuck with hand-me-downs from his much larger older brother, or second hand finds. It was time to get something nice for once in his life. He arrived only with the suit he died in. He had nothing else.
He'd assume is was a replication, just like the other things the Commissary dispenses, but it was still lovely. A black, single-breasted three piece suit and vest, matching shoes, with a deep red shirt and matte gold tie. All cut to fit his size. It comes with the tag of a fine tailor from Japantown in San Francisco, looking for all the world like the real thing. Theo looks pretty thrilled about it, which is exactly why he's here to pick it up when he think he's alone. Can't let anyone see him being happy now, can he?
Of course, he picks up his new threads and turns to walk off, only to see there was someone now waiting in line behind him.]
Jesus-- When did you get here?