eighth flight--video;
OH COME ON!
[The shout comes from the closet. All that's visible, besides the incredible array of identical black t-shirts and jeans, plus scattered boxers with little s-shields on them (Hey, Kon's got a theme, he sticks with it), is a red-spandexed butt and legs, plus a few completely useless belts and straps.
After a moment, the kid comes out, scowling. The rest of his costume is spandex too, plus a horrible fade cut and an earring. And sunglasses. Can't forget the sunglasses. God, he's so nineties it hurts.
Anyway, he's scowling and holding a shredded leather jacket in his hands. Still visible is the yellow s-shield on the back.]
Where the heck are all my jackets? I'm supposed to have a ton of extras! All I've got is a gazillion black t-shirts! Who wears black t-shirts all the time? Cause there's no way that's me. T-shirt and jeans? Not a superhero costume.
[The shout comes from the closet. All that's visible, besides the incredible array of identical black t-shirts and jeans, plus scattered boxers with little s-shields on them (Hey, Kon's got a theme, he sticks with it), is a red-spandexed butt and legs, plus a few completely useless belts and straps.
After a moment, the kid comes out, scowling. The rest of his costume is spandex too, plus a horrible fade cut and an earring. And sunglasses. Can't forget the sunglasses. God, he's so nineties it hurts.
Anyway, he's scowling and holding a shredded leather jacket in his hands. Still visible is the yellow s-shield on the back.]
Where the heck are all my jackets? I'm supposed to have a ton of extras! All I've got is a gazillion black t-shirts! Who wears black t-shirts all the time? Cause there's no way that's me. T-shirt and jeans? Not a superhero costume.