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*James Hook is suffering from indecision.
It's not something that used to trouble him a great deal, but the Nexus has thoughtfully provided him with so many more opportunities to be indecisive.
He throws one of the hated T-shirts across the room with a snapped, erudite curse. There are places he has to go (Victor's play perfprmance, for example, or Katchoo's home) which require a somewhat different style of sartorial elegance than he is used to. The casual t-shirts and jeans offend his sensibilities deeply. They have no style. No flair. No drama. But what would be a acceptable yet suitable replacement, and where to find it?
And so, displaying more than even his usual acumen, he picks up the mobile phone, and after a few tries manages to dial Ali's number....*
It's not something that used to trouble him a great deal, but the Nexus has thoughtfully provided him with so many more opportunities to be indecisive.
He throws one of the hated T-shirts across the room with a snapped, erudite curse. There are places he has to go (Victor's play perfprmance, for example, or Katchoo's home) which require a somewhat different style of sartorial elegance than he is used to. The casual t-shirts and jeans offend his sensibilities deeply. They have no style. No flair. No drama. But what would be a acceptable yet suitable replacement, and where to find it?
And so, displaying more than even his usual acumen, he picks up the mobile phone, and after a few tries manages to dial Ali's number....*