capeandcowllogs | It doesn't matter if you love him...

WHO: HIM and you~
WHERE: All around town. Mostly in and out of clothing/makeup stores, but you can tag him while he's walking around.
WHEN: Friday Morning
WARNINGS: This is HIM we're talking about.
SUMMARY: Even though he was ported in earlier this week, HIM's come to realize that he really needs some new clothes.
FORMAT: Whatever you want!

HIM couldn't lie: losing six months in the blink of an eye was frustrating. He'd been knocked back to square one, not only with his plans...but with everything else.

There were things that humans needed: food, shelter (at least that was covered for now, though he'd rather not stay somewhere surrounded by heroes), among other things; his highest concern concern was fashion. Sure, he could walk around in thigh high leather boots and a Santa jacket ~~and nothing else~~ until the end of time. However, in order to corrupt this city from the inside out; he had to seamlessly fit into society.

Right now? People were staring at him with strange looks on their faces. Yet he only kept that delighted smile on his face. He didn't mind the awkwardness: he relished in it. He wondered what exactly was going through their heads. Were they scared? Why? Were they afraid of someone against conformity, or did they just think that he was insane? It would be hard to believe that he was homeless since he was so cleanly dressed. Maybe they just thought he was a freak: how true that was.

Regardless of people's emotions; he needed clothes. And so, he continued to walk along the sidewalk, eyes up at the buildings. He just needed to find the perfect place for his spree.

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One person who didn't stare was Darkrai, mostly because he stood out quite a bit himself, even in human form. He was tall, compared to a lot of people he'd seen, his hair was white which was only usual in older people as far as he knew, and his ears stuck out the most about his appearance, black in color and standing straight up like antennae, shaped almost like bat wings. His concept of normal and not normal was already a bit... Different from everyone else's. Came with not being human.

He did glance toward him though, briefly, if only because the color stood out amongst the generally darkly dressed crowd, who were covering themselves up in order to keep the cold out. Still, it only took a second for his attention to shift back to what he had been looking at; the display window of some clothing store. As a human he had to change his clothes a lot, and wash the old ones he'd learned- buying clothes was still a bit of a chore though, one he didn't particularly like.

Especially since it was difficult to find clothing that were in his colors and the way he wanted them to be. Comfortable, and something that felt like they suited him and the way he was. He'd never understand humans and their obsession with uncomfortable clothing. Something about how the times were according to what he'd been told in stores, but... He wasn't buying it.

He passed the store, glancing briefly into the mirror. The clothing was too....dull. It lacked the richness color that he so desired. The white haired gentleman with the fascinating ears? That was far more interesting.

With a click of heels, he walked up to this mysterious individual. He put on a distressed little look, wrapped his arms around himself with a shiver and finally spoke to the man.

"Excuse me..."

Darkrai would have been happy with just finding more dark, plain clothing really. But everything he found either had some pattern, was the wrong color, and when he did find something fitting it was usually what people called 'expensive' to the point where he would have to feed on nightmares for a while to cover it with not having any food expenses, though he'd quickly learned that his normal source of energy only could keep him satisfied for so long in this place.

It was a bit frustrating.

When he was spoken to, he snapped out of his train of thought, and looked at the person who'd spoken to him, noticing that it was the unusual individual he'd seen. Used to the colorfulness of other Pokémon around him, the other stood out like a splash of color in an otherwise gray world, and it was... Appreciated. He didn't see people who stood out much in this place a lot. Not at all like the variety of both people and Pokémon back home.

"... Yes?" He said, slowly, quietly, voice still somewhat rough as he wasn't used to actually having to use it, but he was getting better at that.

The roughness in the voice made him wonder if this man didn't want to talk to him. But that didn't stop him. He held the jacket close to him and he both shivered and pouted, "I think I'm lost."

He could make a detour from his little trip, just to learn a little more about this person.

"Lost?" Darkrai asked, a bit slowly, uncertainly. If this person was lost, then he really wasn't the best person around to ask for directions, considering how he barely knew his way around. Like with speaking, he was getting better at finding his way around, but considering how he couldn't read the signs, it was still a bit... Difficult. Especially considering how this place was so much bigger than Alamos Town had been.

But then, Darkrai was also quickly widening his will to help protect Alamos Town to protecting this place and helping the people who didn't fear or hate him just for the sake of doing so. And this particular person didn't seem to do either, and did look in need of help.

"... Where- were you going? I will help. If I can."

Now was the hard part. He didn't want to fully give away that he was an import-though in an outfit like this people might have their suspicions. Or at least, not yet. Maybe at a later point he could give it away. Thinking of a place on the other hand, was hard. He didn't know this city very well; maybe one or two places popped into his head, but other than that he wasn't so sure.

"Central Park?" He tilted his head. That seemed like a place everyone around here knew. Surely this tall gentleman could help.

"I- think I do know. Where that is." Darkrai said, thinking on it. He wasn't too concerned with where he went most of the time, sticking to traveling through shadows when he did, but yes, he was fairly certain he knew where Central Park was. Of course, he could be wrong and didn't want to lead anyone anywhere without being absolutely positive. No need for two people to be lost.

"I am not sure, though." He said, with a slight frown, which felt strange to him. Even with the time spent in human form, feeling his face when his expressions changed based on emotions was strange. Especially his mouth, considering how his true form didn't exactly have one.

"I could try. To show you. But we may get- lost."

He nodded. Getting lost? He didn't think he'd mind that too much. Of course, if it meant that he could spend more time with this person. He was curious, "I would rather be lost with someone instead of stranded by myself. It's..." what was the word he was looking for? "safe."

Safety was far from his top priority.

[ Luffy spent another day walking around and getting used to the city. Taking in all the sights and buying as much food as he could, pretty much blowing his monthly allowance in one go. ]

[ So! Have a Luffy walking down the same sidewalk as HIM, currently stuffing a hot dog in his mouth. Also holding three deep fried snickers (which are melting in his other hand), a foot long all-bacon sandwich, and some fried fish tacos... ]

[He notices the strange gentleman with all the food and merely raises an eyebrow. Someone looks like they like to take part in gluttonous acts. He wonders what would happen if he was cut off from food altogether.]

And Bruno was shopping for clothes too, incidentally. Just probably not in quite the same shops.

Or... well, he would be shopping, if he had any idea where the men's stores were. All he knew was that this area showed up as the "fashion" district on most maps, but pretty much all the stores he had passed were for... well, for women.

He'd just do a local search for men's professional attire on his comm, but he'd completely forgotten to charge it up last night; he'd come back another day, but the new project head had said that if he showed up to one more shareholder meeting in "that hideous jacket", he'd be fired. ... again. And he'd wear that outfit that Franziska had bullied him into buying way back when, except that he'd washed it on the wrong setting one time and it didn't fit him any more.

Bruno watched a pair of happily chatting women giggle a little at him as he walked by, and sighed. It looked like he wasn't getting out of this one.

This was getting irritating. Nothing seemed to call out to HIM at the moment. Possibly because there was a distinct lack of red in all of these stores. It was a disappointment but he was persistent. There had to be that one store that had exactly what he was looking for.

As he stepped out onto the street, a familiar head of blue hair caught his eye. Not that many people stood out like that and he distinctly recalled this person. This was the man immune to his powers.

A few "accidental steps" in the wrong direction, and he crashed right into Bruno, "Ack!" A rather feminine cry left him, "I'm so sorry!"

He wanted to give it a second to see if he remembered Avery.

It doesn't matter if you love him...

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Sorry that this took so long

s'ok!

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