practicality

Tseng stopped in front of the house, double checking the address on the piece of notepaper he had. He had managed to find it without too much trouble - houses were laid out differently than at home, but it made sense once he got used to it. He had only been able to find a small travel bag of suits, so he had put a shirt and pair of pants from it on, rolling up the cuffs and pulling the belt tight.

He looked up at the little balcony. "...Hello?"