Damn it feels weird to find something so relatable; my Dad and I have the same relationship with his 1978 rolex oyster perpetual datejust, which he passed down to me. It makes me want to work harder each time I look at it.
It was rather terribly asymmetrical.... but it was still better than the vanilla crap Kei dressed him in. That shit he was wearing at the end was tramp clothing. It is like someone just fell through an Oxfam and bought everything they bumped into. It is the clothing of someone whose favourite food is unbuttered toast and whose favourite colour is beige.