I grew up on a farm. [ so flannel isn't exactly a strange aesthetic for him. he glances down at it, holding it up against his chest thoughtfully. ] .. Still, probably not really city-suitable, [ he agrees, especially since he doesn't have a handlebar mustache.

he sets it back on the rack, folding the shirt over his arm with a sheepish smile back in her direction. ]

Thanks. I haven't really bought anything for myself in a while. [ he offers his other hand out politely. ] J-- Uh. Superman, actually. You just got here, too?