[ mitsuya watches that look on takemichi's face as he slips the shirt back on the rack, and lets an amused look flicker in his eyes. he knows that all too well- wanting something, but knowing you can't afford it. such is life, for people like him, and now everyone else.

well. at least he's got plenty of advice to offer.

there's a sigh, and he up and pushes his hand down on the younger boy's head. ]

I'm used to working on a budget, you know. Don't be afraid to ask for a tip or two.

[ he's always been the poor one, handmaking toys and clothes and doing the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning...at the very least, he'll thrive. everyone else....well, he'll just have to impart some advice. ]

We'll figure somethin' out. Don't sweat it too bad, Takemitchy, or you're gonna give yourself a headache.