I can’t stress out about this, otherwise who knows what’ll happen again. Maybe I can just run through what I have available for taking care of this problem. First thing, I’ve got the clothes I’m wearing, which won’t exactly kill me if I keep wearing them. Heh.
It would be really uncomfortable though, both socially and physically. The people at the shelter are observant. If they see holes in my clothes, they’ll probably take an interest, and from the burn marks they would be able to deduce that either I’ve been shot repeatedly, which evidence does not support due to my complete lack of bullet holes, have been burning my clothing with either a lighter or, more accurate to the pattern, cigarettes, which is a behavior indicative of suicidal behavior, resulting in my being locked in an institution, which would then likely no longer exist, or the likely explanation of my having stolen the clothes off of a corpse.
Going back with these clothes is not on the table.
So, what can I do to get clothes? I could grab them and run, which also wouldn’t kill me. I can be shot in the back by a shopkeeper without a problem in the slightest. These clothes are full of holes already anyway. However, that has the negative consequence of not being able to shop in this particular thrift shop ever again without scouting the location for whoever the trigger-happy clerk happens to be. Sheesh, it’s less than twenty dollars worth of material, what are you doing shooting me for it? Malls don’t even bother checking people unless it’s a repeating event, for more than fifty dollars each time. They can’t risk the lawsuits that result from people who are innocent being accused.
It’d take too long to find a mall though.
I suppose I could use my ability. That’s iffy though. Who knows if I might use it enough to make it stronger? If it does, and it starts actually damaging things around me constantly, being able to cloister myself from everything else while still being able to not go insane from boredom and go on a rampage would be completely impossible. I’ll just have to risk it.
That person over there doesn’t have a chain attached to their pants, which means that their wallet is free for manipulation. I grab it from across the street.