[Rem]

Eric just laughed uproariously at Michael's tantrum, having to hold onto a rack of fancy black ruffled loli dresses lest he collapse onto the floor. Oh this kid, how he killed him! And he knew Michael would pitch a fit and a half if he knew he thought like that. That maddening grin slid over his lips once more and he straightened himself up, leaning an elbow on the rack and nonchalantly waved a hand over his shoulder, palm up, fingers loosely pointing at some vague spot behind and to the right of where they were. "Over there. But I don't know, I really think this section suits you more." His tongue slid cheekily over his bottom lip and he took a languid step towards the smaller male, reaching a hand out to brush the backs of his fingers over Michael's cheek, the other sliding into his pocket. "Those...delicate features fit lace and silk more than denim and leather, don't you think?" he said softly and it was hard to tell if he was teasing or serious. With Eric though you could almost guarantee 90% of the time it was both at once. He slid his hand out of his pocket and produced a wad of cash, which he held out to the boy. "But it really is your choice. Buy whatever you want," he grinned again. "My treat. Just try not to end up looking like you're on your way to a warehouse bash, eh?"