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Roch was dragging Mot along with him. He didn't really care if Mot had something to wear or not, he just didn't want to go clothes shopping alone if he didn't have to. He glanced over at Mot as he pushed open the door of the Maul, a crooked grin on his face. "So... where's the cheapest place I can go to get clothes for this thing?" he asked.

It was bustling with monsters and smelled of rot and decay (only fitting considering how many zombies seemed to be hanging out) which made it a little more acceptable to the reaper boil, but still... not quite what he was used to.

With the Prom coming up, Shun had the dilemma of needing to wear something suitable for the dance. Nothing he had at his place really fit the bill and it would likely be too much of a hassle to ask for stuff to be shipped from home. So it was time to go searching for a suit or something along those lines.

While he did have money, he didn't really use it all that much, or even spent on really fancy things all that often. And when it came with clothes, he really didn't care if stuff was used or not. He recalled spotting one second hand shop somewhere in town. It may be worth checking it out to see if anything struck him there. If not, he'd check out one of the other shops.

Wandering around some, he eventually managed to spot the place. It looked like a complete mess, but whatever.

Bent-Tail tilted his head at the sight of the store. It certainly looked like one he could easily get lost in, so while he was eager to explore, he wanted to make sure to stick close to his master while inside. He didn't want to end up lost in a random pile of items or something along those lines!

Mot looked over, spotting Shun who had been pointed out by Roch. A Roch who was now ogling very not-prom clothing. "That would be Shun." He answered back. "Howdy, partner." He called out to the other reaper, tipping his hat. "Are you perhaps looking for Prom attire as well? Me and Roch could use more company, if you'd like." From what he remembered of the towel thief reaper, he was not all that social. Still, the offer stood.

"I don't need anything, but I'm helping Roch find... Roch, stay away from the tshirts!"

"How can you say that when there's a Tapo the Taco shirt right there??" Roch asked, barely restraining himself. "Claire would like it!" he added, as if that justified the entire thing. "She likes Tapo, too! And look, it's even--maybe--possibly in my size--" Meaning he would have to be dragged away from the shirt if he got any closer.

"Why helllooooo there!" a patently cheerful and slightly lisped voice said. Roch glanced up as a very stylishly dressed skeleton stepped out of the shop. "You boils must be here for prom outfits!"

"Homo skelly," Roch said stupidly. Then, astonishingly, he broke into a brilliant grin. "Just what we need!"

"Oh dear, you're not looking for a date, are you?" Skelly asked. "I'm afraid I'm taken! But we do have a few outfits in the back that might work--fashion wise, that is."

Shun barely got to glance at the shirt Roch was going on about before the store owner had come on by to see if they needed help. Narrowing his eyes at the skeleton, he wasn't really sure if he could trust him to give them advice on stuff. While he was distrusting, Bent-Tail tilted his head and waved to the skeleton as well now. An interesting manager this one was!

Shoving his hands into his pockets, the reaper nodded and moved on to follow the others towards the back. He'd go ahead and see about these outfits, but he was still skeptical.

"It's troublesome but you'll just have to deal with the formalities," he said plainly, adding on to what Mot said to the purple haired reaper.

Mot waved a hand dismissively at Roch, smirking all the while. "Yeah yeah. Will do." Mot wasn't sure what the fuss was over the tshirt, but he felt as though that tshirt was not going anywhere.

So, these were the suits. Not all that impressive, really. Mot was used to higher classed attire. But, it would do. He didn't have to wear it, after all! He had his already~.
"Have at it, boils. I'm not dressing you. I'm just going to judge you." He said in a playfully devilish manner.

"I can't afford one of those fancy places," Roch said without sounding bothered by the fact as he started searching through the racks. "And I ain't beggin' my old man for money, so I'm gonna find something here." Or damn well go naked, he thought dryly. He kept flipping through horrible suit after horrible suit until he came upon some black ones.

"Huh," he said, pulling out a tux coat. It didn't look like it had belonged to a monster--hell, it looked... "This one's pretty sweet," he said, holding up the sleeveless tux coat. It even had chains on it. "Wonder what kind of reaper had this?"

Glancing over as Roch seemed to have found something to his liking, Shun looked at the tux coat type thing he had grabbed. Just going off of what the purple haired reaper was already wearing, it did seem to go along with his style.

"Not bad," he murmured.

Then, as Mot addressed him, he turned towards the other boy and shrugged.

"Something simple for the most part," he answered as he started to look around a little more. It was a little harder to pinpoint the more simple outfits with some of the crazier things around as well. Sifting through, he thought he found something. However, upon pulling it out, he saw that it was a strange looking tux that had certain parts cut out. It looked like it was purposeful too. Grimacing at it, he just put it back onto the rack and continued to sift through the place.

"You said you already had something?" he asked the cowboy.