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Damion took abit longer, sifting through clothes slowly, casting a critical eye on everything. This place had even less practical clothes than the one before it! The clothe was too thin between his fingers and despite being the appropriate color he was sure they wouldn't last too long in a fight at all. He looked for the colors Raven had suggested until at long last he found something that might work, taking it back to the changing room and returning to their inspector for approval.

He had chosen black slacks to match the black button up he had grabbed, the sleeves rolled up to alittle above his elbows so that when he crossed his arms they rested comfortably. This had been covered with a deep maroon vest that fit well enough, small swirling designs covering the fabric and offsetting the solid color with a similarly colored tie disappearing behind it. His hair might not have matched the outfit but it looked well enough on him for what it was. Finally, to end the outfit, he had chosen a pair of black shoes that shined in the bright lighting, leather from the smell of them.

" Is this good?"

He honestly couldn't tell if it was or not. Each article of clothing seemed to want to bunch up oddly or restrict how far he could move his limbs, the elemental sure he couldn't run very far in all of it. The tie felt restricting in its closeness in a way that felt too much like a hangmans noose and he fought to keep his discomfort off his face.

Stephen blinked slightly as he noticed the change in the woman's reaction towards him. It was... amusing. "Why thank you. I'd like to think I have at least a little class despite my profession." The man would flash a wink at her, but he doubted she would notice. No worries.

Turning around to look at Damion, he would skim the hydra up and down. "Well, you certainly look better, though I hope you took a shower before you tried those on - I doubt that your laundry would do well smelling like swamp water there, lizard breath." Again, a playful tease, but one he couldn't help but throw out. Damion needed a little humanizing now and then, and this was only helping him be a little less rough around the edges outside of the ring.

He would return to Raven with a smile. "What about you? Aren't you going to get all dressed up in somethin' fancy? Or are you just going to torment us boys with shopping and not partake in some of the activities yourself?"

"I promised to feed you... isn't that enough to make up for the .. torture?" Raven smiled as she leaned in against him, using that wonderful tie to pull his head down towards hers so she was almost looking the blond man in the eyes.

"Or do you have any helpful hints on what I should wear... or the lack thereof if need be?" There was a twinkle of mirth to her eyes as she listened to Damion, wondering what he expected her to do to their teammate... but it was all playful teasing in the end.

The elemental snickered softly and wandered back into the clothing racks to search for more things similar to the clothing he wore now. Raven was right, these wouldn't last long with him at the helm and it would pay to have more than one change of clothes for HoH in the end. Going to where he'd found the different pieces of his ensemble, Damion gathered up his new materials in hand and went to the register to pay, looking back at his friends and teammates once before he had to return to them.

He left the new digs on, slinging the others over his shoulder in their carrying bag and slipping a hand into his pocket as he walked back to them.

" I heard food, what now?"

Of course, the indespinsable garbage disposal. It seemed like he was constantly starving. Maybe cause he was.

Stephen found himself being drug along with a hot woman and an insatiable appetite towards some not-yet-designated restaurant. He couldn't really say he minded in any of those respects though, he was rather hungry himself. Plus, a woman on his arm? Sheesh, it'd been quite a while since the last time that happened, to the point he wasn't entirely sure he knew the exact date.

"So, where we goin' you guys? Some sort of fancy food place that you've yet to surprise me with? Or perhaps we're going off on some wild goose chase for more shopping?" He was in a good mood and chattering for no particular reason - just talking to make noise, perhaps.

He was with friends and he was having fun. That's all that mattered.

But it was subtle enough to escape his notice, His attention elsewhere as they reentered the throngs of people moving about the mall. Raven pulling his arm was akin to pulling on a leash, sufficient to make him go this way and that, without actually taking up his attention. Damion was far more interested in seeing peoples reactions to their new duds which so far had been non-existant. He had been so sure heads would turn, or the world would collapse, or something! But they were just clothes and the world wouldn't stop just because two barbarians, or one barbarian and a blond, had decided to dress up.

Atleast now the clothes were less uncomfortable, slowly losing their stiffness with motion. The hydra smiled pleasedly down at himself before catching on that a conversation was happening that he was supposed to be a part of. In the classic male way, He nodded and smiled and made noises of agreement until he could catch up on the topic again.