[ Majima had never seen jeados in his life, so at first he assumed that someone had repurposed a set of perfectly good jeans into some kind of high-cut swimwear for people with bad taste.
It was only upon closer inspection that he realized the denim was a print, and whoever had made it hadn't had the good grace to at least make sure the fake pockets weren't cut off. ]
The hell? I guess tacky transcends time. Ya got some hidden talent I should know about?
[ A clash of hideous color caught his eye, and he pulled a pair of trunks from the rack, handing them to Tim. ]
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[ Majima had never seen jeados in his life, so at first he assumed that someone had repurposed a set of perfectly good jeans into some kind of high-cut swimwear for people with bad taste.
It was only upon closer inspection that he realized the denim was a print, and whoever had made it hadn't had the good grace to at least make sure the fake pockets weren't cut off. ]
The hell? I guess tacky transcends time. Ya got some hidden talent I should know about?
[ A clash of hideous color caught his eye, and he pulled a pair of trunks from the rack, handing them to Tim. ]
Here. That about right?