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"I think it's faaaaabuulous~" Amara crowed, grinning from ear to ear. "Awesome. That looks smashing, just smashing. We absolutely have to get you that set. I there anything else around here that catches your eye?" As lonely as she usually was, Amaravati liked to spoil people when she could. It might not always win her friends, but at least it shaved off an edge of that loneliness. "Hmm, yes, I like that quite a lot. Turn around again for me, please? I think maybe we should consider the possibility of ones of those belts. What do you think? ... Oh, and if we're going to get you a jacket, perhaps we should find matching pants, and a shirt?"

She might've been going overboard, but he was so friendly, and so adorably excited. Amara couldn't resist those happy little noises, and wanted to encourage more of them. "Yes, I do think that glowsticks on your laces would compliment the outfit nicely, don't you?" It was actually more fun to shop for someone else, particularly someone as responsive and gratifying as Demy. She gave a little grin, charmed in spite of herself. Yes, she was absolutely going to have to adopt Demy. Possibly as sort of a puppy. "This store seems as though it was made for you." For him, and perhaps the ravers that populated Destiny City?

"Oh pish posh," Amaravati said, waving a hand dismissively at Demy's protests. "Really, it's not a big deal. Just consider it an early or late birthday present. C'mon, go find some things to go with that." Because honestly, now that he was all decked out and adorable, she couldn't bring herself to stop him from going all out. He seemed inclined to do so, but whatever. They didn't have to stop now, and she was determined enough that he was unlikely to be able to dissuade her.

Glowing lights suited Demy, when it came right down to it. They made him make happy noises, and if there was one thing Amara loved, it was making other people happy. ... Not, of course, that she would admit to it. And it wasn't random other people, it was people she had 'acquired' for herself, had 'adopted', though not in so many words. People like Demy, who were cute, and nice, and needed looking after. "Yes, it absolutely does. It's hard to believe you've never even seen it before!"

Amaravati made a note that Demy's birthday was coming up, deciding that if she had time beforehand, she would pick him out something from the store despite having already told him that his current outfit would count for her gift. "Sure, I say so. Now get your $%# back in there, and find a shirt, and some pants. ... Yes, we can look at pants. In fact, I am going to insist that we look at pants right now." Goodness, he was a ball of energy!

It was kind of adorable, and honestly she couldn't complain. Laughing, she let Demy take her hand and drag her off. "All right, all right. I guess I didn't need to insist." Clearly no one had treated the boy to something like this, and Amara couldn't help but feel a little sad on his behalf. Poor kid. Well, he wasn't a kid, but he was hyper enough to come off somewhat like one when he was happy. And he was so pitifully happy now.

Carefully, Amaravati looked Demy's choice over, an eyebrow raised as she examined the (fairly simple) pair of jeans. Hmmn. Well, they were not to her usual taste, but there was definitely something charming about them... "Yes, I think those will do quite nicely," she informed him, patting him to reinforce her compliment. In other words, she was encouraging him once more. Demy did not need help going wild in this store, but apparently Amara thought that he needed a bit more confidence in himself.

"Now then. Why don't we find you a shirt, and a belt, and you can try those all on together? What do you think of that?" Oh, she was being bloody maternal again, but really the situation called for it. A hint of a smile sneaked onto her lips, and she shoved him gently in the direction of the tops they had bypassed earlier. No sense in waiting when he already had a shirt, yes?

Several hours, and at least a couple hundred dollars later saw Amaravati about ready to go home, and Demy with an entirely new outfit. She might not have stopped him until he had gotten an entirely new wardrobe, but really her father might've noticed at that point. A little. It wasn't as though Amara hadn't enjoyed herself. Quite to the contrary, in fact! It was simply that she had spent a lot of time on her feet now. "So, I think that you're well set now, Demy. Oh, and here. This is my business card. I don't really have a business, but my father likes for me to have them anyway. It's convenient in that it already comes with my telephone number and email address."

It was just about time for her to head back to the dormitory, honestly. "I've got to head back to Crystal to finish my homework," she explained, not wanting him to feel as though she hadn't had a lot of fun. "You look awesome! Call me when you've got some free time? We should totally hang out." With an impromptu hug, the girl parted ways with her new companion, ignoring (as she often did) the ringing of her cellphone. "And don't forget to take the tags off," she added just before she was out of ear shot, giving him a little wave.