Ginko has been keeping what clothes he had in a wearable state as best he can, but there’s only so much he can do - and it’s the first time in a while that he thinks he might have it in him to try to alter some shirts to accommodate the crystals on his back, even if he supposes he’ll need some help with that now.

Besides, right now, he’ll take any excuse he can get to leave the cottage for a while. He knows better than to try anything strenuous, of course, but if he just stays put until his arm heals he’s going to lose his mind. So, here he is.

The problem here is that it’s just… a lot. There are a lot of clothes, and Ginko knows very little about clothes, or even about what he likes to wear besides “pants” and “stuff that’s comfortable, probably”. It seems even more daunting when he’s only got one hand to sift through the options with, and keeps having to take breaks when the pain where his left arm was removed flares up beyond the background noise he’s gotten more or less accustomed to.

So, by the time he’s pulled out a few potential options, making more decisions seems a bit daunting, and it’s been so long since he’s gotten to actually wear a shirt that it suddenly seems like a much bigger choice than it should be…

And, in the end, he ends up crouched in front of a few extremely similar, loose-fitted, dull-colored shirts, frowning thoughtfully down at them like this is the hardest choice he’s ever made.

Which, at the moment, it might as well be.