[It's easy to go along with Atem, once he settles on a store he thinks will work. Komaeda would normally busy himself with trying to find something interesting, but it's frankly impossible to when he's pulled in every direction. Different clothes of all styles and colors are held up against his scales, Atem's discerning eye filtering through choice after choice until he narrows it down.

A part of him is a bit confused that the other doesn't just choose clothing that's more aligned with his own style, but he doesn't say anything about it. If Atem wants to see him in light colored, bookish clothing, then he can't really say no, can he? (He probably can, but he did promise that he would let the guy pick anything he wanted.)]

Oh—

[It always feels like he gets swept up in Atem's pace before even having a chance to think about anything. It's sort of endearing, if not thrilling, when he's just as eagerly rounded into the dressing room to, hopefully, try on the clothes Atem picked out.]

You're usually pretty forceful Atem-kun... but today it's like you're on fire! [Komaeda laughs as he backs up against the mirror behind him, unconsciously putting some distance between them as the realization that they're alone in a small, enclosed space looms over him.] Shall I put on those clothes, now?