Then, mouth quirking sideways, she tilts her head and gives him a narrow-eyed look of appraisal. Kevlar makes sense for anyone who can't heal from bullets in a matter of moments, so Kimiko hasn't needed it since she was about twelve. But even if the selection is poor, he's better off with something than nothing.
Leaning over the table, she reaches into a pile of items purposefully discarded away from the display — ("hey!" exclaims the seller with annoyance; Kimiko ignores him) — and pulls out a vest of boiled leather. It's hardly ideal, but it may be the best they can do. Kimiko offers it to Frank, eyebrows jerking meaningfully upward.
And, of course, his irritation ebbing, the seller is quick to start purring about how the vest is half off currently, how exciting(!). ]
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Then, mouth quirking sideways, she tilts her head and gives him a narrow-eyed look of appraisal. Kevlar makes sense for anyone who can't heal from bullets in a matter of moments, so Kimiko hasn't needed it since she was about twelve. But even if the selection is poor, he's better off with something than nothing.
Leaning over the table, she reaches into a pile of items purposefully discarded away from the display — ("hey!" exclaims the seller with annoyance; Kimiko ignores him) — and pulls out a vest of boiled leather. It's hardly ideal, but it may be the best they can do. Kimiko offers it to Frank, eyebrows jerking meaningfully upward.
And, of course, his irritation ebbing, the seller is quick to start purring about how the vest is half off currently, how exciting(!). ]