He was never much of a shopper, and he honestly didn't care what he wore as long as he was comfortable and his movement wasn't restricted to the point he couldn't perform the functions he needed to.

He didn't really love what the train stuck him with, the fabric feeling synthetic and stiff after giving up his very well worn, loved, leather clothes.

What did catch his attention was that they were yukata. He touched one of the sleeves with a fingertip. "How nostalgic." He murmured.