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Considering the fact that at Hillworth, you had to go in pairs, neither of the Xanis brothers found it hard to escape into what one might consider the real world. That world being, anywhere but Hillworth. And on weekends like this, neither of the bothers could stand to be stuck in that hellish place.
Crystal was utterly off limits, (especially after their last visit for girl watching), and Meadowview apparently dead on weekends. So, no girl watching there either. Which left the brothers with a few options on how to go about girl watching.

And considering the odd heat, they chose a place that was known for its ladies, and its perks. The Destiny City Mall. Cool, packed with people, (and pretty girls), it would give the brothers their usual bout of girl watching. Or, in Elzo's case, flirting and being shot down multiple times. Marlo was content to simply watch.

It was progressively getting boring to watch his brother get shot down, (although it never ceased to be amusing), Marlo felt that it was time to do what average people did in the mall, and shop. After all, they did need new socks and a few personal items. Standing up and making his way across the hall to a nearby clothing store, Marlo was too into watching his brother get shot down, to notice what was right in front of him. So naturally, he ran into a pillar. Forcibly. Falling down, Marlo could hear, Elzo curse and stand above him.

Face was in pain, and he felt something run down his face. Reaching up, he wished it wasn't true. But it was. Bloody nose. Pinching his nose shut, Marlo hissed in pain as he sat upright, while Elzo began to fret. Pulling out his handkerchief, Marlo just held it to his face and waited for the bleeding to stop. To bad his shirt was utterly ruined.

Holding his nose, and blood running down his shirt, Marlo didn't really have any retort. He should have been more careful. And now, a cute girl had seen his blunder. Talk about embarrassing on massive levels. "Ib tribed." His speech was utterly butchered by his plugged nose. "Sobry." God, he must have sounded pathetic. Turning away, he felt a bit of shame. He was a mess. Why she even bothered to talk to him was utterly unimaginable to him.

Elzo was an entirely diffrent story however. "He's not normally a space case. He provably just got distracted with your cuteness." Winking, Elzo offered his brother some napkins, which Marlo happily exchanged for his bloody handkerchief. "Ibnor him. He's a muron." His speech was little better but not by much. It did bring Elzo to a light snicker. "Shub up. Now I'll neeb to get a new shirp." Standing, Marlo felt a bit dizzy. Had he really lost so much blood?

Elzo briefly contemplated pushing his brother, just to walk him stumble. However, he didn't feel the need to embarrass his brother in from of a cute girl, he was doing so fine on his own. "Ha, Marlo likes to shop. He'll probably spend the next hour mulling over shirts in a store. Then once you think he's picked one out, nope, he's not satisfied." Okay, Elzo might not trip him up, but he couldn't make him look good. Wait. Some girls liked shoppers. Hopefully not this one.

Taking the girl's advice, Marlo moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. Elzo comment did make him try to kick at his shins, (but missing drastically). "You..." He took a gulp of air, which to him, make talking a bit easier. "Shub up. Sorry abob this miss. My brother is a muron." Turning to face her full on, Marlo blushed at her cheerfulness. Most girls would run off by now. But her she was talking to a stranger covered in his own blood. It was endearing, in a bizarre kinda way.

The girl's enthusiasm made Elzo slightly wince. He was like the guys she mentioned. You shopped for function, not fashion. What was hard to understand about that? But...she was pretty. And, lord knew he liked Pretty girls. "Well, think you can help us find Marlo here a new shirt that would look good? I'm afraid I lack a bit of fashion sense." Said the boy who had up until two weeks ago worn swim trunks under his pants so he could hit the pool whenever he wanted.

"Shobbing is a skill. You've gob to get em with the sales. Not to mention the trends." Marlo nodded in agreement with the girl. You had to dress to impress as they say. Pulling away, the paper towels, he winced as the small movement sent a jolt of pain through his face. Elzo thankfully had thought ahead for once and offered clean one, which Marlo greedily accepted. For such a small part of his body, it sure gushed a lot of blood. The line about being brother made them cute...that sure brought a lot of blood to their faces, in a moderately good way.

"If you want. I dunno how much help Elzo will be. He'd just grab the nearest shirt and leave." Finally, Marlo's nasal passages weren't clogged and he didn't sound like a bad cartoon character. Pulling the bits of bloody tissue from his nose, he sighed with relief as no more blood flowed. He had almost thought it wouldn't end. It almost looked from the front of his shirt, like he'd gotten stabbed. "Elzo, can I-?" "Sure thing bro." The silent communication between the brother was a bit odd and yet, seemingly natural. Immediately, Elzo had removed his jacket and handed it to Marlo. "Be right back Miss." Marlo quickly ran to the nearest bathroom, most likely to wash off some of the blood and toss out his old shirt.

"He'll be back soon. Probably has to go primp himself. Humf." Elzo crossed his arm. If Marlo ruined that sweatshirt, he wouldn't be happy. "Anyway. I'm Elzo. Elzo Xanis. I don't think I got your name cutie." He offered his hand with a wink. Always the flirt.

"Eve. Pretty name for a pretty girl. And really? All alone? That's a shocker. Most girls come in packs." Elzo realized what he had just said. "But, uh, not that I'm comparing you to dogs or anything." Something told him he could have just made it worse. Whatever 'it' might pertain too. "I mean...that is to say....Sorry." Rubbing the back of his head, Elzo's mind ran rampant, trying to think of a recover, when rather it come up from behind him.

"Again, pay him no mind. He's a bit...tactless and doesn't put much thought into what he says." Marlo's voice was flat, a clear sign he had grown exasperated with his brother. But, Elzo could have cared less. "Hey bro! Uh, how long you been there?" Marlo glanced up at his brother. "Long enough to see you make a fool of yourself." Ouch, Marlo was never one to hold back when it came to Elzo's blunders, that was for sure. "If there is any sibling bond between us, I'm pretty sure it's been strained over the years." "You say something Elli?" "Nope. Nope. Lets get you a new shirt."

Smirking Marlo turned back to Eve. "If you are not put off, may we still accompany you shopping Miss...?"

Marlo gave her his best gentle smile, still unaware of her name. Playing of sibling understanding, he looked to Elzo who knew just how to fix the problem, (but for a second, he thought about letting Marlo squirm). "Well Eve, Normally we have to go to the land of uniforms, but, I don't think Marlo is looking for that." Pulling his brother into an embrace, Marlo couldn't escape the light, (if you could call it light), noogie. "Arg, Elzo!" Laughing, Elzo did let Marlo go, but not before ruffling his hair into a mess.

"Humpf. Well Eve, I don't really have a preference so long as it looks good, and feels good. I'm more of a collared shirt man. I like to look..up kept you know." "More like a primped mathlete." Marlo shot his brother an angry look, which only made him snicker. "What would you suggest? I haven't kept up on any latest fashions." He motioned for her to walk beside him. As to where, he was a bit unsure.