We walked along with the crowd until we reached an open market, appearing to sell all forms of goods. I checked with a local and found that it was 6:20. We had about an hour to get back to the docks and catch our bus to Belize.

People were looking at us suspiciously, and certainly we were a sight, a bandaged man with green skin, a Japanese woman with purple hair, and a lanky blue haired male with black sockets for eyes. Murdoc didn't seem to mind the negative attention as he steered us in the direction of a clothes vendor. I examined a multi-colored dress with wide, admiring eyes. The bassist saw that I was paying extra attention to the article of clothing and spoke briefly to the cashier in Spanish before tossing it to me.

"Try it on luv, I wan' to see 'ow ya look." He said, winking at me. I grinned, slipping the dress over my head. Murdoc shook his head, and turned to the man. "Cuando es un área que puede cambiar en el?" He said. The man scratched his head before pointing to a small outhouse a ways away.

I looked at the Satanist before he nodded; I walked to the grimy area and hesitantly stepped inside, breathing through my mouth. I changed quickly, not wanting to be in close contact with the toilets for more than absolutely necessary. I opened the door and inhaled clean air gratefully as I went quickly back to the shop Murdoc and 2D were waiting at.

2D had found a new pair of Levi jeans and a threadbare shirt that had a picture of a random anime character on it that had a peculiar arrow on his head. I pointed to it and he flushed. "Wos the only t-shirt 'e 'ad Noods, leave meh alone." He muttered.

Murdoc himself had an armful of clothes. "Murdoc," I chided. He looked at me, puzzled. "Are you really that high priority?" I asked playfully, motioning to the pile of garments. He looked blankly at me before emitting a low chuckle.

"Oh they're not fer me luv, these are fer you." He said. My jaw dropped before I began shaking my head.

"Oh no," I said quickly. "I don't want them Muds, you buy yourself something." He snorted.

"Of course I bought meself something!" he smirked. I scowled at him. He sifted through the clothes (which were all dresses akin to the one I had on at the moment) to reveal a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved button-down shirt.

I looked at him numbly. "Only if you buy 2D things too." I said flatly. He glared at me.

"Noodle, jus' take the gift luv, this is the only time you will see meh get anyone anythin'." He responded darkly. 2D wandered off to go change as the manager of the little shop nudged Murdoc impatiently. Muds slapped his hand away from him and handed him a mess of bills.

"I don't want them!" I insisted. He shrugged.

"Too bad, I already paid for the soddy things an' I li'e the way you look in 'em." He said bluntly, watching Stuart make his way back over, changed in his fresh set of clothes. "Here Dullard," he said, handing the dresses to him. "Don' talk to 'er, don' touch 'er, or I will be sure the bloody bus runs you over befor' you get on it." He warned. I was shocked at the fierceness of it but he merely grabbed his clothes, kissed the top of my head and left to go change. I looked at 2D who hastily avoided eye contact.

I recalled what he had said about Stu not getting in the way of me being his… I just didn't think he would go that far...

Author's Note: I probably should mention the Avatar: The Last Airbender reference in there, I love Avatar like no one's business so yeah... you don't like it sucks to be you.

ZUTARA FOREVER! [Fuck you M. Night Shamalan]