Choosing Two Outfits

Peter really could not tell what the differences between these suits were. He could tell single-breasted from double-breasted, European from British and American styles, but overall, he could not see much difference when they were on him.

That did not stop him from doing a bully dance in front of the full-length mirror while wearing one.

Felicia sat nearby, watching him with a sigh.

"What are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm seeing whether the new clothes fit properly."

Is that your reason for dancing here? Well, it didn't exactly count as dancing, but it was really ridiculous. After a moment of silence, Felicia watched Peter return to standing normally before the mirror and ask, "What do you think? I think it looks pretty good."

"You say that about every outfit."

Peter innocently said that he really did think every outfit looked good. It was not like he was picking out clothes he needed. As far as he was concerned, there was no need for him to buy a new suit at all; they were only buying one because Felicia needed it, so naturally he had to ask her.

"No, this one makes you look too skinny, like a bamboo pole... though you are pretty skinny to begin with. You actually look better in your costume. Do you wear fake muscles underneath it?"

Peter looked at Felicia in considerable shock. How could she even think that? With how much he exercised and how intense his fights were, how could his muscles possibly not be noticeable? Then Peter shrugged and decided to pick out the next suit instead. He found a clerk to exchange the suit he had just tried on, then curiously asked something.

"Come to think of it, what if I don't have any money? I'd feel bad asking Aunt