week 6; tuesday; clothing store

[earie]

[ It was difficult to find Yoite considering he was never in his room, so Sadie left a simple note on his door: clothing store 7pm -#3

She already planned to be there so it wouldn't bother her if he shows or not, but she thinks it might be fun. And this is the only way she knows how to bond with people. So around 7PM, she is busily trying to match together clothing so she can pretend it doesn't look like it's from the 80s. ]

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[okuri]

[ The note more than surprised him: no one besides one other person had ever bothered to come talk to him (unless you counted Takao). It confused him for a second too until he recalled his conversation with Sadie at trial: that #3 was one of her names.

...

It would be the simpler, easier thing not to go. But in spite of it all, he finds himself in front of the clothing store. He barely understood his own thoughts lately, and with a small sigh he enters the store.]

Good evening.

[earie]

[ Sadie doesn't look up immediately when she hears him come in. It's meant to be a safe week other than some miscellaneous body parts, so she's going to treat it like one. ] Hey.

[ When she turns to him, she's holding up some mismatch of clothes that manage to be color-coordinated but are ridiculously flashy. ] What do you think? Too boring?

[okuri]

...too bright. [ Sadie, all his clothes are in varying shades of tan and black.]

[earie]

Well, I'm not going to a funeral. [ Wait this all could be a funeral. Maybe she should go goth like Yoite.

Or she could turn Yoite to the Bright Side. ] Here, let me find you clothes that don't make you look like you want someone to kill you.

[okuri]

I don't like bright things. [ Just going to adamantly state that while frowning.

He had to change his clothes once when they went to that school. He hated it.]

[earie]

No, it's cool, man. I get your style. [ She's just going to over to the men's section. ] You wanna be, like, cool and professional but also... warm? Deadly? I honestly don't know why people wear black.

[ When she's done, she shoves these clothes at Yoite. ] Just try it.

[okuri]

[ He nods at the deadly part, so she's getting somewhere. When she pulls out those clothes though, he's speechless.]

.................. [After a long silence.]

No. [There were a million things wrong with it, the color, how it was poofy, all those patterns, and it reminded him of Raikou.]

I like black. [ As if that's explanation enough.]

[earie]

Ugh. [ Fine, she's just going to drop them on the ground. Hopefully someone cleans this place up, because this seems to be a habit of hers. ] We'll start small.

[ So she grabs a white sweater and then hands it to him. ] All you have to do is wrap this around your neck. Instant fashion.

[okuri]

...isn't that what scarves are for? [ While he's not thrilled about the color, he's more confused than anything else. He takes the sweater at least, though and stares at it.]

[earie]

No. It's a completely different statement. Scarves are, like, I'm a boring townie who's late for a business meeting. Sweaters are for country-clubbing bros who are gross rich. [ Which is obviously what Yoite should strive for. When he takes it, she considers it a success and then walks over to find some earmuffs. ]

Anyway, point is. I had some questions about identity and stuff.

[okuri]

[ A lot of that goes entirely over his head, but he'll be taking the sweater back at least. Who knows what he'll do with it, though...]

What about it? [ He watches her search through the earmuffs, more out of lack of anything else to do. Earmuffs weren't for him, not with how much trouble he had hearing on a regular basis.]

[earie]

[ She grabs some earmuffs but doesn't try them on. ] I was thinking about things that really made me happy. And my dad—my real dad is one of the few.

But he also did some pretty awful junk. Like, a ton of people hate him. Is it wrong to be more like him?

[okuri]

... [There's a lot of conflicting thoughts in his head, from what he believed, to what Dhaos had told him just a week ago. The words are hard to find, but eventually he speaks.]

People will think what they want of others. It doesn't matter what they think, if you know who you are.

[earie]

Really? [ She thinks about it and nods. ] Alright.

So what do you think of the name Charlotte Manson? [ Her dad is Charles Manson... Thanks Yoite. ]

[okuri]

[ At his heart, it's what he believes. He's not a good person and he knows it, but as long as he has his identity it doesn't matter.

He nods, even if he is a unfamiliar with Western names.]

It's better. [This is why one shouldn't go to Yoite for advice.]

[earie]

Alright, then that's my new name. Lucky you, you're the first to know. [ For that, she's going to toss Yoite some gloves she found. They're pink. ]

You can call me Charlotte now.

[okuri]

Charlotte, then. [He catches the gloves and kind of stares at them for a few seconds before he pockets them. Well he could never have too many gloves, even if this particular pair would be his last resort.]

[earie]

[ Hey, now she's in a good mood. ] Do you think it's been easier here? To be yourself?

[okuri]

[ Shaking his head.] It's been the same.

[earie]

Really? You haven't changed yourself at all?

[okuri]

...no. [ He closes his eyes a moment.]

There's no point in changing myself, I made my choice a while ago.