He was so cute when he was shaking like that. Joshua smirked widely as he beckoned to the trembling shop boy, who obeyed the silent command and hesitantly approached.

"What would you recommend to me?"

Joshua had a knack for unnerving people in the RG. He just did that. They subconsciously picked up on his high frequency and their instincts shrieked 'bad man, bad man!'.

This boy, little black haired boy with melting chocolate eyes and a tiny mouth, was the most terrified he'd ever made someone. Perhaps he was easily intimidated?

"Uh, uhm…I'd recommend…Ah…Perhaps those jeans? With…Uhm...This black striped shirt? Yes. And none of these shoes really would suit you…"

"Yes. How interesting. You're quite good at this, you know."

Joshua smiled his smug smile and touched the boy's cheek softly. Said boy let out a whimper and squeezed his eyes shut in fear, the trembling growing even more noticeable now. "What's your name, I wonder?"

"Muh-muh-muh-Masuoka!"

"First name?"

"Huh-huh-huh-HT!"

"Oh, nice. Initials."

The blond's eyes flashed suddenly, and he made a sharp, swift gesture towards the clothes that Masuoka had mentioned. "I'll take them then. What are you waiting for?"

"Uh, ah, of course! Sorry!" the boy stammered, scrambling towards the clothes racks and gathered up the pieces of clothing in his arms as Joshua calmly walked over to the register. "That'll be ah-ah-ah-"

"Here. Keep the change."

The blond's predatory smile grew a little wider as he passed over 10,000 yen and the shop boy's eyes widened.

"Thuh-thuh-thank you sir. Have a nice day?" he managed, quickly sorting the yen into the cash register and handing over the Natural Puppy bag.

"I will. Oh, and…"

"Yuh-yuh-yes?"

"If you meet a boy with blond hair, a black skull beanie and a strange way of talking…Don't talk to him. Alright? For your own health."

"Huh? What, is he a murderer or something?"

This made Joshua giggle as he hid his smile behind one hand.

"Ah…I guess you could say that. He's dangerous, at any rate. Just someone you should try not to talk to. Alright?"

"Thank you for the warning, sir."

The stammering had disappeared. Perhaps the idea of a larger risk, a 'murderer' that could come in here, had blocked out Joshua's massive frequency? How interesting.

He let out another giggle as he walked out of the store, waving over his shoulder flippantly to a rather determined-looking Masuoka.

"Ah, Yellow?"

"Yeah? Whatchu buy?"

"Nothing…Come, we have to meet Pink. He was going to give you a present, remember?"

"Aw hell, I hate it when you pair go off an' get me 'presents'. They always end up bein' weird crap, like tha' chocolate stuff, an' tha' leather," complained the bulkier blond, huffing when Joshua's arm linked with his.

"Dearest Yellow, we're only thinking of you."

And inside le Grand, Masuoka blanched. Had that been the murderer guy with the weird boy who'd just left? He shuddered and turned back to his rack of scarves. How close had he come to being killed?