There it was; the distinct feeling of being mothered. Yami knew he should probably put more effort into this shopping thing -he really did like to wear his clothes a particular way so it wasn't as if he didn't have preferences- but it was just...very strange. Surreal. Plus, if this turned out to be temporary they'd have wasted all of that money on clothes for a guy that isn't going to be around for long.

Yami did as he was told though; took the clothes from Yugi and headed into the dressing room. Located an empty stall. Set the clothes on the little bench and attempted to lock the stall door. Failed miserably at it.

Aibou, I need you.