Let's go to the mall~~

[ringbeast]

Date and Time: August 10th, daytime
Location: Exsilium at large.
Characters: Kousuke Nitoh and Asami Sato.
Summary: SHOPPING??????????

Kousuke is not exactly a big shopper, but he's been making a valiant effort. After all, he's gotta look impressive for his date, right? The clothes choices are not extensive here in Exsilium, which has never bothered him before, since he came with all the clothes he owns in a backpack on his back. But one dress shirt and a yellow tie does not good dating clothes make, and besides, he'd like to catch Haruto off-guard for once.

He and Asami walk into one of the many thrift stores in the city, looking for an impressive find. "Are you sure we're lookin' for the right stuff, Asami... I've seen some that'll probably fit me..." 

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[chittybang]

"We're not going to settle." Asami could be Kousuke's blessing or his curse, but she takes shopping seriously. She can't justify purchasing fabric because it looks nice; it must fit to compliment body shape and the colors have to work with skin tone, hair and eyes.

On the other hand, the right look is hard to find without trying on garments, so what has wound up happening throughout their trip is that Asami will throw gratuitous amounts of clothing over an arm for Kousuke to try on. So far they have only bought a basic belt.

"Here, try these on." She hands Kousuke a heavy amount of clothing, but at least she wears a friendly smile while doing it.

[ringbeast]

He sighs again. "Yeah okay, yeah." He doesn't mind the modeling part at least. He's encouraged to check the fit by stretching his arms and making goofy poses, so that's fun.

He goes into a makeshift changing room and comes out wearing an outfit that doesn't match at all, a pair of pinstriped pants and a knitted sweater with a zig-zag pattern. He throws his arms out, ridiculously. "How's this?!"

[chittybang]

Oh, no. No. The pinstriped pants were meant to go with the solid white collared shirt and the pullover! She frowns for a moment before deciding she can evaluate the articles individually.

"Let's see. The pants elongate your legs, which is nice, but the sweater has to go." She takes a step forward and pokes her head into his dressing room, looking for the aforementioned pieces.

"Do you know what happened to the blue pullover I picked out for you?"

[ringbeast]

"Oh, I think that's on the bottom of the pile, there." He gestures to it while dodging out of the way of her seeking hands. "I just took whatever was on the top."

He shrugs, "I like the pants, even though they're a little bit loose on me." They are not, actually, loose on him. He just usually wears pants that are pretty much skintight. "I guess the sweater is comfy, but... if you say so." He kind of likes the gaudy pattern, it having matching patterns to his hood. Buuut, oh well.

[chittybang]

"You can get it if you're shopping for comfort, but right now you're getting dressed to impress. Here."

His complaint about the pants signals her to take a closer look. She leans forward to pinch the fabric at the side of his knee, and then she stands back up to tug at the waistline.

"I'd say they fit you pretty well. Keep them on reserve, we'll try on other pants."

And then she shuts the curtain.

[ringbeast]

"If you say so..." he grumbles, taking off the pants and putting a new pair on, just a not-that-ragged pair of jeans. He puts on the shirt and pullover she offered, stepping out. "Okay, how's this. Stop, don't say it, I took the pinstripes off cos I knew they'd clash with the blue."

[chittybang]

Asami is about to say exactly what Kousuke thinks she's going to say as he stops her. She swallows her breath, sighs and examines the outfit.

Every time he puts on a new pair of pants, he's going to have to put up with her fingers dipping past the waistband and giving a few tugs, like a mother making sure a pair of jeans still fits her growing child.

"They're a little tight... Can you try sitting down in them?" She nods to the chair in the dressing room.

[ringbeast]

He definitely feels mothered. It's been ages since he went shopping with his mom, not since junior year of high school, probably. He goes to sit with a sigh. They aren't even that tight.

He grunts a little as he sits, and then he tries to cross his legs. Uhh. Nope. "Well, they'll stretch out as I wear 'em. They're jeans, I mean."

[chittybang]

She shakes her head and tells him, "Next pair," before whipping the curtain shut again. She couldn't even get a good look at the pullover and undershirt because of those britches!

[ringbeast]

"Aw, man... Look, I got a great butt, people have gotta be able to see it, Asami!!" It takes him a little while to get the pants down, though, so he admits she's probably right. He puts on the last pair, some khakis.

"Are you sure this is classy? I kind of feel like an asshole..." He comes out looking terrifically presentable, albeit just a touch like an asshole.

[chittybang]

Asami doesn't think he looks like an asshole.

"Are you serious? You look terrific!" She walks up closer to inspect, the same routine with her hands and all. "They fit you so well. Why don't you like them?"

[ringbeast]

He shrugs. "I dunno, pants like these are supposed to be all messed up, work pants... If you wear em with a sweater and all like this... Kinda defeats the purpose!"

He grins, though. "If you say it's good, though, I can't argue!"