"Your old jacket's lookin' a little ratty, Liu," Johnny declares, "but don't worry, I gotcha." He hands over a box that's been wrapped with a bow. The label is from some expensive, high-end boutique. There's no return receipt, but that's all right; Johnny Cage knows Liu Kang's measurements.
"Are you... Are you sure about this?" Though Liu Kang was more aptly described as 'mild-mannered' at best and 'gloomy, capricious, and brutal' at worst than any other descriptor befitting a proper Monk, he was at least considerate. The saddle-stitch and natural creases in the material were evidence enough that the movie star spent a pretty penny with him in mind.
"I didn't... Get you anything." It wouldn't be the first kindness he's been paid by Cage, definitely not the last so long as he was allowed to keep living... Doing more with himself than he'd done in those bars and on the shores of the island. The box felt like an iron weight in his hands, but ever-accustomed to carrying heavy burdens, he hold the gift steady in his hands, wide-eyed and a little lost, but grateful. Always grateful.
"... Not yet."
