I put the newspaper back and caught up with Kurumi a little further down the store. "Shawn, go pick out a pair of pants to wear. I'm going to pick out your shirt." she instructed. I nodded and walked directly towards the jeans. Rain or shine, heat or snow; No matter what day, month, or season, I always prefer to wear jeans. The pair I was wearing then were definitely worn out. Dirt stains and tears down the shins certainly weren't anything to be proud of. I picked out a pair of Denim loose fit in my size and even got a belt for it. On the way back, I found a light, black zip-up hoodie on a rack. I didn't think Kurumi would mind, so I took it.

I walked back to Kurumi. She held out a shirt with buttons down the middle. Inside was a T-shirt sewn into the top shirt. The sleeves had buttons in case I wanted to keep them rolled up. To top it off, it was a nice charcoal-black.

I have to admit, she knew my taste in clothing pretty well.

"Go try them on." she instructed again. I nodded and took the clothes to a changing booth. I locked the door and quickly got undressed. I was pretty eager to get into some new clothes, but I realized I would also need a new pair of socks and underwear. I knew it would be a little embarrassing to admit to her, but I also knew she'd understand the situation I was in. I put on the pants and tightened them with the belt, followed by the new shirt she picked out for me. The T-shirt inside was incredibly comfortable, especially compared to the grimy grease-trap I had on before. I then buttoned up the chest and the sleeves after rolling them up. It felt so fresh to have a change of apparel on. I kept the clothing on to show Kurumi, but as I left the stall, there she stood, waiting in front of the door.

"You wear them well." she said, holding her hand to her cheek. "er, thank you. But.." I was hesitant to tell her I needed even more clothes, such as boxers and socks. "I figured you would need these as well." she interrupted as she held out a pack of boxers and socks.

It's as if she was inside my head.

"Thank you Ms. Kurumi.." I said, obviously embarrassed. "Now go back and change into your old clothes. I need your help with something." she told me. I nodded and re-entered to booth. I guess it was time to go back to my old clothes and filthy hoodie.

I left the booth, carrying all the new clothes. Carrying that much seemed like a burden, so I picked up a nearby basket and used it to carry my new outfit. I then wandered around the store for a short while and eventually found Kurumi. She was standing near some bras and panties, admiring them. I was a little hesitant to walk up to her there, but she said she needed my help, so there was nothing I could really do about it. I took a deep breath and walked up to her.

"Hey" I called out, still hesitant with what she needed help with. And of course, it was exactly what I didn't want it to be. She asked me the exact question I didn't want to hear at that point.

"Do you see anything that would look good on me?" she asked innocently.

God dammit.

I took a moment to look through the underwear, trying to keep my cool. Let me just say, I was in no way a pure man. I thought about sex just as much as the next guy. I even found Kurumi to be overwhelmingly attractive. But I didn't want to give her that impression. I swore my loyalty to her; It wouldn't seem right to just hit on her (Not to mention she kills and eats people). But I digress. There were definitely a lot of designs and combinations to be made.

God-fucking-dammit.

Most of the bras there were front-fastening. There was one that, let's just say, caught my attention. It was white-laced bra that seemed decent enough. "How about that one?" I suggested while pointing to it. "That one is too small." she said. "Sorry, but I don't know your size." I insisted, hoping to get out of the situation.

"36 C." she assured me.

It was then that I realized she had little to no shame.

I tried to act casual and continued searching through the bras. One in particular caught my eye; I could have sworn I've seen it before.

It was a regular white, back-hook bra that had the design of angel wings on the front. It looked so familiar to the point that it was really bothering me. But I digress.

"What about that one?" I said, pointing to it. She laughed a bit. "We both know I'm far from an angel! Besides, white doesn't really suit me." I could see what she was saying. By the looks of her, I would say black was more her style. I searched carefully and found a black back-hook bra with a decorative lacing on the front. I took it off the rack and gave it to her, confident that she would like it. She smiled, nodded and took it. As for the panties, I found a matching pair of black with a lace design matching the bra. I picked it out and gave it to her. She smiled again and took it.

"Now, was that so hard?" she joked.

I was less than amused.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to want to see me in them, would you?" she joked again, winking.

Again, I was less than amused.

"You really are no fun Shawn." she said in a childish tone. "Sorry. I'll work on it." I replied. We proceeded to the checkout and bought our new clothes. I noticed we were running a little low of the cash on hand. We then left the store; I was carrying all our new clothes in a bag. "Shawn." she started, looking to me. "I have something I must take care of. Go buy anything you need that is hygiene related." She then handed me the last of the money we had. "I'll meet you back at the hotel." she continued. "Oh, and do something with that beard of yours." she finished, smiling. I felt my face. Being homeless, I didn't really worry about things such as shaving. I smiled and nodded. "Thank you again Ms. Kurumi." I assured her. I then began to look for a nearby pharmacy.

But what was that business she had to take care of? I was afraid to ask.

I turned around to see her, but she was already gone.