[Duce]

Michael couldn't believe his eyes. No, he literally could not believe them. Surely they were lying, and there was some crazy hidden street underneath this one. The neon signs and the dirty sidewalk were all just a ruse, the hookers and oddly dressed people walking around like it was their version of a mall was all just something his eyeballs made up to slide on over the reality that the street was normal and prim as could be. Right?

..Right, that's what he thought.

Honestly, for a moment he was confused. This didn't fit. Not in his brain anyways. He was being pissy, and the little asian brainchild thought surely- if Eric was going to take him somewhere where he was supposed to look like a grownup, and not a scraggly urchin- he wasn't going to bring him to stripper city and make him wear bongo shorts?

A man sidestepped him as they headed into a shop, his eyes drifting over the display mannequins as though they should have somehow known they were dressed that way- the guy under his feet mumbling something about 'ole jack' while clutching his coat front. He seemed the type too, waltz along till someone tripped over him, then demand money as payment for the misdeed. Not Michael though! Not he! he tripped with grace, practically stumbling and leaping over the guy before shuddering and practically sloughing off after Eric as though the man had leprosy. Honestly he didn't like acting that way- but he had been there. And he knew the man would make trouble. It was part of the business. Hell, it was typically 20% of the profit margin. That's what he was- evil billionaire beggar-guy. Well, beggar-guy was defeated with a hop, a trip, a near-nose-plant, and another scuffling scramble before Michael felt as though he had stepped from the sun into the molten core. The..hell...was this shit..?

He blinked and looked around with his body dipped forward, arms out to catch himself on nothing as fingertips splayed over the exposed groin of a standing dummy in nothing but a pvc micro mini skirt, the belt-like piece of attire doing nothing to hide the barbie-doll split he conveniently had caught himself on. He looked like a deer in headlights as his head came up, hair obscuring his face in a fashion half as comical as it really should have been. Like a teeny bopper in front of her first grown up lady's store. He watched the red headed vampiric bastard like he would bite (Knowing full well that he did.) as he wandered in and among the clothes; catching the Asian shifter's own a glance like he were coated over in soot and patches. Bastard..

His eyes snapped to the outfit Eric held up, a choking sort of squeak issuing from his throat as it closed and refused entry or exit of anything for a moment. His nose drew in a great breath of steadying air as he told his cheeks that they would cease their silly reddening THIS. INSTANT.

"I am so not wearin' that, 'cause if y'think I'm gonna go 'roun' lookin' like the hooker t' yer fancy business mafia man pimp, y'got a shit ton 'a 'other crap comin'." He said in a very well articulated rush, striding over to snatch the 'outfit' from the green eyed Puck's hands- hold up to himself with a little wriggle and a very mature sticking out of his tongue before tossing it over the top of the closest rack. HONESTLY! The hell was he thinking? He'd only dress like that for-....for...well, Maybe, if Eric asked real nice- NO! NO!NO!NONONONO!OH HELL NO.

"Besides, pink and stripes? I ain't got nothin' t' hold it up in the front, an nothin' t' hold it down in the back. It'd look like a wet t-shirt on a fatman." He gave the bottom of the skirt bit a yank, making the thing slide a little down on the rack before waltzing his way in and through a couple more displays- contemplating just hiding in the middle of one like he used to when he was little. Not as small anymore..but he could probably duck. He actually found himself glancing over something shiny and black, mesh sleeves hanging off it with a skirt decorated in all number of silver chains and pins- like a monster had eaten a few punk rock bands and just vomited up the metal bits onto the fabric. He quickly dropped his hand after touching it with a great intake of breath; turning on a heel with a look of embarrassed shock. He wasn't looking at women's clothing, he wasn't looking at women's clothing, he wasn't looking at women's clothing, he wasn't looking a- okay so fuck it, he was looking at women's clothing. .."WHERE'S THE BOY'S SHIT!? This' gay as crap!" He raged to no one, knowing the edge in his voice ruined the bravado by a hundred times. Fuck the sales person- He was trying his damndest to be a grownup; and Eric just kept making him feel like a little be-spectacled school girl today.