Zaire was suddenly very envious of those without legs, mostly, no who was he kidding he even hated walking. Dancing was just worse because it required more effort and more people, even if the monster was good at it. He had taken classes after all.
After a check to his skellyphone Zaire pushed into a nearby store. The clothing hanging from the walls comfortable casual, just what the monster liked. Tanned hands started to run the fabric, he wasn't particularly interested in new clothes but it got him out of the crowds. Besides it wouldn't hurt to get a few more shirts since his boilfriend had a habit of wearing his off.
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