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While looking for things for Ladon Billy also found a few things for himself - mainly little accessories like leather woven bracelets or hemp if they caught his eye. Aside from that Billy carried the things he'd amassed for Ladon on one arm. If nothing else then at least the color he suspected Ladon would agree with.

"Rock paper scissors?" Billy joked.

Really it didn't matter to him who went first. One way or another they'd both get their fill of eye candy.

Billy grinned. Just how old were they? Oh well, it was either this or flip a coin. Billy played along... and got paper.

Well, no big loss.

"Guess that means I'm first. Bring it on."

Guh, shorts. As if he wanted to look shorter... oh well. Billy gave a mock bow.

"As you wish," and headed into the dressing room.

A short time later he emerged looking like a bigger p***k than he already was. The shorts reached mid-knee, shoving scarred calves that were at least fairly muscled in their own right She shirt was self explanatory in its own right. The hoodie, unzipped, sealed the deal on the douchebag jock look that his posture merely polished off perfectly.

"I can promise you that I have never once been a part of the football team. But I feel like I look it."

Billy would have protested that the clothes he normally wore were comfortable, but he let it go. He'd probably get a pair of shorts and hoodie just to appease Ladon.

"If you want comfort then I should just prance around the apartment naked, or in my pajama bottoms." Soft, silky, swishy pajama bottoms.... In the mornings he often made breakfast in just his pajama bottoms. The sight of low-riding bottoms and a shirtless Billy was a usual morning occurance.

With that, he was ushered back into the dressing room, and handed the tuxedo. Billy looked at it a moment with a raised brown, then a sinister smile before locking himself in to the dressing stall.

It took a bit longer to get dressed this time - Billy was being meticulous. And planning just what he was going to say.

When he emerged he pretended to straighten the jacket a bit, then casually, "You know, I thought we were going to have to wait for gay marriage to be a thing before getting to see one another in one of these~"

It was a simple statement loaded with meaning. That Billy would put out there the fact that he would consider binding them together legally, that he was in fact so serious about their relationship...well, he doubted it was something Ladon would so easily miss. ANd it wasn't just him playing around, either.

At Ladon's reaction Billy merely chuckled. In one arm he bundled up the next out fit. With his free hand he softly grabbed Ladon's chin and gave him a look that was both meaningful and playful.

"The day will come," was his cryptic words, rumbling close to Ladon's lips, before he turned for the dressing stall once again.

One might have expected Billy to lean down and give Ladon a kiss as well, but Billy felt it was the lack of a kiss, perhaps making Ladon disappointed that he didn't give him one, that would be the better tease. And Billy wanted to have Ladon flustered, frustrated, confused, on edge... It was a cruel game that made their time together just to sit and cuddle or other things, much more gratifying and meaningful. At least, that was how Billy felt.

Billy took off the tux - just as slow a process as putting it on had been - and put on the a**-hugging jeans, the dark t-shirt, and the leather jacket. And now, edgy bad boy Billy emerged.

Billy stood there good naturedly for the picture. ALthough he enjoyed the effect his current attire had on Ladon, he would have to concede to a different jacket. The leather was heavy, and Billy felt it hampered his movement. Something lighter and less stiff, but just as bad a** would have to suffice. Thankfully he'd found something out there on the racks earlier that he thought would make for a suitable substitute.

"Well then, let me get changed back in to my other clothes, and then you'll see just what I have in store for you."

Billy was soon undressed and redressed and ready to be the assessor of fashion.

"Alright, here," Billy handed Ladon the form-fitting shorts, a t-shirt of a desaturated hue with some sort of edgy, grungy cross on it. A metal studded belt would complete the outfit. Billy hadn't bothered with shoes, but if he had, there would have definitely been a pair of slip on ones, or some converses.

When it came to assessing Ladon and his assets, Billy took a very hands-on approach. First an appraising look, then a "hmn," and next Billy stepped closer to Ladon and placed a hand on the boy's hip, then moved that hand over his a** and gave it a squeeze before shoving it into the back pocket. All in all the look on Billy's face as he appraised the shorts was nothing short of approving.

"Very nice~" he purred, "You look great. And honestly any shirt would do. I think some accessorizing is in order though. Bracelets, a necklace...maybe a collar. But I really like these shorts."

Obviously. Because his hand hadn't moves since placing itself in Ladon's pocket.

"And a tongue ring would just plain feel wierd." And you could about garuntee Billy wasn't talking about how it'd feel for Ladon. No, his thoughts weren't even above the belt on that matter.

"So, Anyway," He finally moved and grabbed another set of clothes, "Let's see you try these."

This time it was the skinny jeans, and a vest-like shirt - although it has some small manner of sleeve - that had a flat collar along with a hood, and jipped up the middle. The hoodie-like pockets also zipped, and there were a couple buckles that went across the middle zipper. Again Ladon was presented with a belt, this one with some manner of chain.

"Sorry about all the black. There are other colors if you end up liking any of this. But you wear dark colors so well..." Billy shrugged.

"I think the fashion designers are huge proponents of equal rights," Billy said with a shrug, as if that explained everything. "I just wanted to see how it'd look on you. I might go insane if you started wearing all manner of belts and chains. Takes far too long to undress...."

He trailed off, grabbing the last outfit;

A long sleeved black dress shirt with little beige pinstripes and some sort of fleur de lis pattern on a bottom corner, so the shirt was obviously not meant to be tucked in. In the back it had a buckle, making the shirt fit close to form when buttoned. The material was thin enough that it wouldn't be too warm. Though it did perhaps warrant another shirt under it... Along with that was another pair of pants that would fit close to form as well, but the material was stretchy and more like dress pants material than denim. There was also another belt with a semi-ornate buckle.

It was a rather comely look -- conservative yet edgy.