So apparently there's this fashion show, and people are in it or attending it that Sunny knows. He and Jae arrive together, Sunny continuing to shadow him even as the crowd mingles before the show, which has nothing to do with shyness.

For those that know Sunny well, they'll recognise him better in hoodies and jeans and cool T-shirts, sometimes nicer jackets, better shoes ever since he's been able to accumulate money. But this is Culture, with a capital C, one revolving around fashion, and he somehow fits in. Jae is to thank, probably, but Sunny is perfectly comfortable in the nice black shirt that clings to his narrow torso, simple in comparison to black pants made gold at the front with metallic studding from waist to ankle. Silver hangs from his neck and wrists, a simple silver claw through the piercing in his ear. He has on sunglasses because he's always remembered people wearing them at runway shows, but they'll wind up with the purpose of giving him something to fidget with before long.

If only he could stop smiling like a dork at people he knows or even just makes eye contact with, he could trick people into thinking he belongs here remotely.