model4534:

scanning ... scanning ... google: plaid shirts. 

he blinks. 

a long piece of cloth of a tartan pattern, worn over the shoulder as part of Highland costume

doesn’t seem right. 

‘ｗ–where did y-y-you get your shirt. it’s p-p-plaid.’ it’s said very firm and matter of fact. your shirt is plaid, seth — did you know this fact? 

                                                         _{❝ —————– ❞
                                                                ❝……………❞
                                                                       ❝…..❞}

                                                               <sub>❝ …—– I – ❞

               Well, now he’s a bit embarrassed of admitting to his more humble and meager beginnings. He’d never been asked that question, not from anybody outside tribal parameters, at least. For all Seth knew, this was an exchange student who knew Bella–perhaps he’d come from a much wealthier family.
             He blinks in return – providing himself for a moment of solace before he’s obligated to provide an answer or response.

                                                              ❝ ……… Um. ❞
                                                       ❝I got it at Good Will.❞

                                                                   ❝Why ? ❞

                                                        ❝Do you want one ? ❞</sub>