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"Funny, cuz I'd love to find out!" He said in reply with a cheesy grin on, it would just make the hounds night if he indeed got forced into going. Even with Bul's minor pleased he wouldn't get suckered into saying yes. He mastered the art of the puppy eyes as a scareling against his own family, immunity to it came afterward. "I'll think about it Bul." he said back, at least giving him the solace that he managed to change his mind even slightly from the automatic NO that was on the tip of his tongue.

Mostly because he said the world brawling afterwards, and being stuck in a suit for that many candlejacking hours, sounded like a great way to blow off some steam. "But I can't make any promises either, fair enough? I ain't got no date or anything so I'd feel pretty dorky without one." He did frown over the thought of going solo, things like this demanded pairs and scorned those that go stag, and he didn't even have that, as if the hellhound needed even more of a reason to say no.

He fell into step with the snarky boil and picked up on his infective laugh like many times in the past, he was just something that the green eared boil gravitated to with his easy going personality. "I swear, you'd better not put a leash on me and pretend were going on a walk." he gritted our behind a mock scowl before batting at the air next to the other boil with his bushy tail.

Through all the joking and fooling about, his mind was afar away from finals which loomed over his head closer than he realized as his face sobered up from the reminder that made the grin melt away faster than nurse cricket eating Bul up. "Yeah, i'm just going to procrastinate it, I've just got so much work to make up." he groaned out in reply to the boil, it was almost as painful as going to prom in his eyes. "How bout you?"

Damien only nodded glumly to the points that Bul made about the cons of going solo, he didn't really relish in the thought of going alone, kinda hard to dance to any slow songs that are bound to come up.

he could only roll his eyes at the Boil that was playing him at his own game, of sarcastic jokes and wit. before giving the spiky boil a playful shove forward. "Yeah, now i can walk you, giddy up!" he barked out while snapping the imaginary reins in his hand.

Final's wasn't something he was looking forward to already, it felt like he just arrived the other day and got thrown into the island from hell and had to adapt to everything so quickly. all the new scents and sights and creatures and students. now it was time for finals and whatever happened after that. "That's actually not a bad idea, getting into the more advanced classes and prepping for the future." he looked at the boil next to him with the briefest of admiring glances for his thinking ahead.

"Sadly I don't think I'm ready for the final yet, i need more time to prepare." his ears slumped over with his quiet tone of sadness, knowing that he couldn't follow in his friends footsteps just yet, he didn't just want to take the test, he wanted to pass it with darkened colors. He didn't really say much about the island, preferring to let sleeping dogs lie in the past.

However the welcoming sight of the store came into view with its brightened sign that almost rivaled the half beast's glow. Coffin Couture. "Ah!, here's the place!"he said all before rushing in, giving the red boil a bark and a bow before stepping in with his tail all a twitching.

The store was amply sized with its hardwood floor that glistened just as shiny as the shoes that kept on its shelves. It had racks upon racks of the itchy suits in a myraid of colorful tones, his nose twitched in disdain as he spotted the gaudy red suit on the rack like a beacon of a lighthouse ON FIRE. "Ok so let find the right section for you and i can grab some help on your alterations." he turned around to face the boil with his eyes glowing from the excitement.

"So, what's your shoulder width so I can get to work making you prim and proper?"

Damien was always glad to go into this store even when he was younger, there was never any pushy salecreatures trying to get him to buy extra stuff and trying to suck up to his clan elder over "What a cute grandpup he had". He was sure that if his grandfather didn't send him over to his father, One of the other personalities would have torn the were racoon apart that day and made him eat his bow tie.

He did give the spiky boil a funny look after hearing his shoulder width, considering he himself was a twenty six, but dragged the boil over to the section none the less, the sound of their heavy footsteps and his clunky boots were powerful on the sleek floor.

"Twenty eight... twenty eight........ seven.... seven and a half...... seven and seven eights... AH twenty eight!" he exclaimed a bit too loudly for the moderately sized store to alert them of their presence. "Yeah, lets see here, I'm thinking black or even a dark, dark red" he mutter out loud, mostly to himself considering that Bul brought him here for his expert opinion, his eyes managing to pass over some type of flannel or kilt print suit before locking his eyes onto a black double breasted suit with black and red stitching.

He almost let out a whimper over how perfect it was, as he pictured it with the tie that Bul told him out before. "What about this one dude?" he said, holding it up to the taller boil, wondering if he'd like it just as much as the hound did.

Oh no.... this was not happening. oh nonono.

Damien should have listened to his instincts and taken the boil to the area where the jackets were larger, but choose against it cuz he had faith in the boil and his alleged measurements.

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The hounds eyes went as wide as saucers after hearing that heart wrenching sound before spotting the haphazard jacket barely hanging onto the CLEARLY larger boil's shoulders.

He did the only thing he could do before the kind attendant can point the finger at him and see who he was. he ducked into a rack of fur coats nearby.

Oh Bul, you jacking fool! was the only thought in his mind before he prayed that the attendant didn't go looking for him. the last thing he needed was the stores employees informing his grandfather of the trouble making he wasn't trying to cause this time.

Oh sure, they could easily pay for the damaged suit and smooth that over, but not his reputation.

"Bul you jacking idiot why didn't you tell me you weren't sure about your measurements?!" Damien all but screamed in the pile of coats that thankfully muffled his voice enough to make it only slightly loud. But it wasn't enough for him to yell but jump out of the coats at the silly red Boil, a coat the got stuck on his head, blanketed him like a pelt as he held his hands up like claws, the fur draping over them like a blanket. He didn't understand why he couldn't just tell him he wasn't sure about his size.

"Well." he said calmly after shrugging off the fine coat and putting it back on the rack, using the time to take a few deep breaths and find his inner peace. "Do you have any accurate measurements?" he said behind hopeful eyes. "Chest, arm length, waist, pant leg length..." he was going to go on when the worst one to measure up hit him like a ton of scareon dung bricks.

"Oh Jack, please tell me you know what your inseam is, please!?" he all but pleaded to the boil with his hands clenching the other boils shirt for the truth.

Damien knew it was impossible to stay mad at Bul, especially seeing his pitiful face and the embarrassment of his ripped open blazer. Not to mention the boil could pull off a pretty decent sad puppy-like face when he wanted to, in the hounds opinion.

After regaining his composure after that minor freakout of having to be anywhere around that area of the other boil, Demi pulled himself together and grasped the offered measuring tape. "Alright, then we just have to go from the beginning and work on the measurements we can do." he tried to sound as convincing as possible before positioning the boil like ragdoll to grab the measurements for his blazer.

"Okay, hold out you arm so I can get its length." he said before tapping his left shoulder, careful of getting out of the way of the spikes that made the other boil look more menacing.


the hellhound wouldn't lie and say he was pleased with having to do the boil's measurements right here in the store in front of everyone. It would have been much easier on campus where privacy was offered and no one had to look at them with their odd glances as they went about with their own shopping. Nothing to see here, just two boils trying to get their suits measurements right, keep it moving!

The hellhound was too busy dragging Bul's limbs around to get the proper measurements for his shirt and blazer to pay attention to where the seamstress was and if she was enjoying their plight or not. "Probably, but the prices are pretty good here, I'm sure you'll have enough seeds left over for the gift for Meeei~" he teased out happily, enjoying the revenge torture for this ordeal he managed to get into with the glowing half beast.

At least up until now when he heard Bul hiss to him to get the more embarrassing measurement over.

Damien really was dreading this with all his being as he had to resists the urge to audibly protest to this treatment and bring even more attention to them. "Fine fine." He all but hissed back in retort. "Let's get this over with quick." he said before dropping over onto his haunches and stared at the scales at his feet and their patterns and the small changes in colors. Holding the other end of the measurement tape at his ankle was becoming a test in patience, thankful that his blush wasn't as visible as it would be on the glowing boil.

"Hey, you don't look down, and I won't look up and we never speak about this again." he would thank his lucky stars that no one from the academy was in the store too looking for their own attire, hopefully they knew there own measurements.

"At least that's settled." he said quickly before snapping back the measuring tape and rolling to the side of the boil before getting back on his feet at the normal height he was used to. He was not going to stand up right in front of the other boil, the last thing needed was an accidental brush up and more awkward moments.

Frankly this one moment was more than enough, another was not needed between him and the boil who hoped would be a friend. especially after what he just had to do. "Yes the nightmare is almost over!" He all but almost went running through the halls in excitement of almost being done with the fancy clothes shopping.

The scolding from the seamstress did make the hellhound feel bad for the earlier disturbance as he practically stood there like a bad puppy that got caught with his hand in the jerky jar. "I'm sorry too ma'am, I should have realized that the blazer was not going to fit him."

He did have to call out to her before she got ready to do her work. "Wait!, before you get started, can you replace the lining with dark red silk?" he all but pleaded with the seamstress to include in the blazer, noting how the last tattered one just had black on black. "It would look very good with his ensemble." he said behind a wry smile. "He's trying to impress a ghoul." letting the sentence hang in the air for all its worth.

he immediately turned back around to face the boil in question as to keep him distracted from the last sentence he uttered. "As for you, we gotta find you a dress shirt to go with it!" he all but shoved the half beast away to let her get to work. "Thankfully, a shirt can be a bit more lenient." he sad in a rush while leading the boil over to the dress shirt section by tugging on one of the longer spikes he had.

Of course he held on it gingerly, just in case. There was one accident in here, and another just was not necessary.