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Timothy nodded, adjusting and fixing his clothes, glasses being pushed up his nose. He wanted to leave now. He looked at the contract and the picture, wondering if Emma was serious.

"Sure, but my handwriting isn't pretty." and took the offered pen, signing his name with a trembling hand.

"Thank you for the phone, Emma." he murmured, taking it and holding the bag full of everything else. All of his old contacts were in here from before. She transferred them over so easily.

But they walked out, the phone in his pocket and Tim just sighed. "It would be less horrifying if she'd asked me out." and chuckled. "If me selling my autograph pays you back, sure."

"If I asked her," he sighed, "My days of thinking I'm straight are over. I love girls and how they look and they're so cute, but I cannot even gain an ounce of romantic affection for them." but he was yanked away suddenly in his thinking about his homosexuality so he followed, glancing back and breathing a little heavy. He was so out of shape.

"You know. That's actually a very good business idea." and thought about it before giving a small laugh. "That's embarrassing, though. I want to try it but that's extremely embarrassing. What if Disney gets mad at us for stealing their title?"

Timothy frowned at Daren before sighing. "I shop at Men's Warehouse generally, and when Andrew had the money we'd go shop for much better suits." of course suits were expensive as hell at Men's Warehouse so one could only imagine the ones the Police had in their clutches.

"Men's Warehouse, yes. They have such lovely cuff links and ties and suits and vests." Apparently suits were like porn to Timothy, and after so long in jeans he wanted release.

Timothy followed and listened, smiling at the story. How cute. Every escalator. He looked like a big tough guy but honestly, Daren was adorable. "should we try to ride every escalator here? On another day, you mentioned you were quite tired earlier." but they entered the store and Tim and to pause and look around, mind quickly refocusing and remembering. "Do you need me to help you learn about suits? Men's Warehouse is the only place where you can get good ones unless you get yours custom made. This store is the bottom line for most suit shoppers. Anything below it and the quality of fabric is terrible." and began carefully looking through them, ignoring any and all pinstriped suits. They never looked good on him.

"I suppose that's true. Unless you're secretly James Bond and you have a secret stash of dashing suits." and chuckled, pulling one out before throwing it over his shoulder before going to search another rack. "That's quite true. I owned enough to have two weeks worth but you know, some suits are fancier than others so you don't wear the fancy ones as often." And pulled out another, throwing that over his shoulder and turning to see a grey suit in Daren's hands. "Oh, that looks lovely." and began to scrutinize it like he had the other two. "I like this. Very good eye. I will pay you back for all of this though. Once I get my bank accounts back I will wire you all the money you've given me. Oh shirts!" and trailed away happily like a bee to honey.

TImothy paused his browsing, re-thinking.

That was right, he was using Aomine's money. He couldn't spend it willy-nilly he hadn't even seen the officer sit down to pay bills. No, he couldn't spoil himself yet. "all right. Change of plans." he had two suits at home already, two very nice suits which would work, so, he would put these two back, the gray one he could keep. Three suits could last him a week. All right so he had one suit, he needed five shirts. Automatically he snatched a white one from its place on the table before looking over at Daren.

"You know, for not wearing suits you actually know what to buy." and moved beside him, taking the shirts without a second thought. "Maybe I'll just get two more white ones." he murmured. "I need undershirts, and I have ties." He had two ties. When was Iroh going to give him back his clothes? Maybe he should go over and ask? Or would that be rude? Aomine was already buying all of this Timothy felt bad.

Well he had a card to get a discount, all they needed was the card number or a card but he didn't have either of those. Maybe the manager was the same. Tim remembered the manager.

"Aomine! Put those suits back!" he exclaimed, trying to free them from the man's grasp. Daren didn't seem to awnt to. Apparently money wasn't an issue for him. It only made Tim wonder how much money the officer had in stocks exactly, to be able to afford such expensive suits.

Especially three at once.

"Well everyone loves someone dressed as Christmas." Tim agreed, looking at the shirt before holding it up to himself. "Think I can wear a Santa hat with it?"

"Timmy?"

The redhead looked behind him at the stout man before giving a grin. "Caesar!" he exclaimed, happy the manager was still here.

"Timmy!" And the skinny male was put into a crushing hug. "You stopped walkin round the store then I saw you on the news with the lion! You been gone too long, my friend! Where is ah, Andrew/ You come shopping with Andrew?"

"Oh, no," Timothy said once he was out of the hug. "Andrew and I stopped seeing each other, but I'm shopping with my roommate Daren. Daren, this is the manager of the store, Caesar."

"Always with the tall friends, Timmy. But they always look good in suits. I see he has suits. For him or for you?"

"For me. My clothes are currently on loan to someone else."

"I get you both suits! Tim has many formal functions and you seem like the type to own only one! Follow me!"