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What the fuck is he supposed to do here.

Yami just kind of. Stares at things for a while. Yeah the most he's ever shopped for is cards. And milkshakes. At a cafe. He'd been with Yugi when he'd gone to get clothes once, but he wasn't really paying attention since it was dull as hell and not about card games.

So instead Yami will stand there looking helpless until he kind of...wanders over to a rack aimlessly and pretends to look through it. It's a rack of plus-size pants that would never fit him in a million years.

Oh, Yami... Yugi snickered quietly to himself, then tried to think of a way to bring him elsewhere without ruining his pride. It didn't take him too long, and soon he was grabbing Yami's arm and dragging him away while proclaiming, "I think I see something over here that'd look perfect on you!"

He didn't. But he could, at least, lead him to the shirts and pants that was meant for his size. What to show, what to show- ah, here we are! On the far wall were pants that were supposed to be up to date with the current style, which meant dark and with plenty of chains hanging from the belt loops. And Yugi knew just how much Yami liked his bling.

"How about this?" Yugi took one of them; tight-fitting, but not leather, and held it up. He didn't know Yami's size, and he doubted his other knew either, and it's not like the sizes meant much in the end anyway, so he had to rely purely on guess work.

Yami could practically feel his mind blanking as he stared. He always just wore whatever Yugi was wearing, which was more often than not his school uniform.

"...that's fine." Probably. That probably worked all right. Feeling very much like a fish out of water, he turned to the rack and flipped through a few more things. Could he just grab whatever, make sure they fit and then get out of there?

Though he would prefer shirts without sleeves. God he hated sleeves.

Again, oh, Yami. Yugi wasn't exactly a clothing fanatic himself, but Yami had to walk around in something other than his father's clothes and his pajama pants. He grabbed a few other clothes, occasionally sneaking up behind Yami to hold them up and see if they fit by sight alone, though he'd hoped that his other would be interested in something and pick it out for him. That was a bit too much to hope for right now, though, so Yugi simply did all the work for him.

Once that was done with, he tapped Yami on the shoulder, then led him over to the fitting rooms. "Here," He said as he handed the clothes over (only a few, he didn't want Yami bored to tears or anything), "You can try these out in the fitting rooms. I'll be right here."

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.

Thankfully, Yugi had the patience of a saint. He even thought that Yami's trouble with the littlest things was adorable, in its own odd way. With a sigh, a shake of his head, and a smile, he headed into the dressing room and located where he was easily enough. Yugi slowly pushed open the door and peeked around, then slid himself inside the room once he was sure that he wasn't barging in on Yami mid-dressed.

What is it? It'd be best to keep their conversation hidden within the safety of their minds. No doubt they'd receive strange looks if they overheard him teaching his other self how to work something or the other.

Yami pointed to the unusual mechanism that locked the stall. Rather than just some cut-and-dry bar you slide over nice and easy, it was a rather complicated looking lock that required you to...do...something. Yami didn't know what. He fiddled with it a bit before calling Yugi, but realized this wasn't so much a puzzle as it was a stupid piece of work.

Yugi would know how to deal with it.

So Yami just took the liberty of changing right there, because what the heck they've shared a body for months and months now. Like there's anything new to see.

Oh my goodness Yami are you- yes, he was. Sure, they've shared a body for months and months, but it's pretty different now that Yami has a body of his own.

Luckily, he was facing the stall door and was working on the lock. He could see how it would confuse people who aren't used to it, especially someone new to this modern age, but since he had visited this clothing store several times (mostly with his mother or Anzu), it was simple for him.

Now that it was locked... Well, now what? Should he stay facing away? Turn around since this should be nothing new? Escape through the gap under the door and wait out there until Yami needed help unlocking the door?

Option A seemed to be the wisest and most decent choice, and so, Yugi locked his hands behind his back and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the sound of rustling clothing to be relatively silent.

Sleeves.

This shirt had sleeves.

Yami was not pleased, but he rolled them up and felt a bit better. The pants were fine, the shirt was fine (ish) and everything was fine. Great. One down, a couple more to go.

...what the hell was Yugi doing over there? "Aibou?" Yami asked aloud, clearly not at all concerned about whether or not he'd be overheard.

Yugi turned his head to see Yami's reaction - rolling up the sleeves, huh? Thankfully, there were mostly sleeveless shirts in the small pile. He figured he knew what his other half might have wanted well enough, but might as well experiment, right? Now that he wasn't being forced into clothes that Yugi was wearing.

"Hm?" Yugi blinked and turned fully; it wasn't quite so embarrassing now that Yami had clothes on, so he leaned against the door and tilted his head just slightly. There didn't seem to be any problems this time...

Welp, since he didn't protest Yami is assuming that means "that works fine."

Time to strip that shit off and try the next one. Apparently someone over here had absolutely no shame.

Whereas Yugi had a lot of shame, even if Yami was slowly working him out of it, and so he let out what seemed to be a squeak and turned around again, even shutting his eyes. There should be no problem. They both did have the same bits and pieces that came with the male anatomy, but he would likely do the same thing if Jou or anyone else flung clothes in the manner that Yami did.

But then again... This could be rude. Steeling himself, he turned around and leaned back against the door with a light 'thunk', though he decided to stare up at the ceiling. It was indecent.

No sleeves, huh? Yugi asked in an attempt to not have such an awkward silence hang in the air.

I just like my arms bare...I'm not sure why. It didn't occur to Yami that perhaps that could have been due to the fact that he was Egyptian, because...he didn't know how Egyptians often dressed in his time. It wasn't exactly an oft-covered topic in Yugi's classes.

Yugi was behaving very strangely though, and Yami gave him a look after pulling the next shirt over his head. Is there something wrong?

Wrong? No, nothing's wrong! Yugi said with a bit too much conviction and even lowered his gaze to give a reassuring smile - Oh good, the shirt was on. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I'm just... not sure if I should be looking like this. At you. Not looking, but... you know what I mean!

As he checked himself over -moved his arms about to make sure the shirt fit all right, checked the pants to make sure the legs were long enough- Yami glanced up at Yugi, somewhat bemused. I don't think I do.

You don't have to stay in here if this is awkward for you, Aibou. I don't mind. Yami didn't personally see the big deal, but if Yugi was going to flail about then he'd rather he wait outside the room. No need to freak the poor kid out.

Yugi thought about this for a moment, and then shook his head. No, it's okay. I'll stay here. If Yami was going to stay like this for a while, then he'd have to get used to it. Especially if he was planning on parading around in Yugi's room without a shirt on. God help the rest of the world.

He was about to ask if the shirt and pants fit, when he noticed the bruises that formed on Yami's neck. That's right... He got the worst of it, didn't he? He rubbed the front of his own, where the puzzle had yanked him down, and then maneuvered his shirt to hide them. Sorry about this morning, Yugi sent through their link, I was just... surprised.

Oh sure, you'll hide them real well when you draw attention to them first. Yami stepped toward him with a look of concern, and moved his hand aside to turn down Yugi's collar. The bruises on his neck were red, already approaching purple, and looked pretty nasty.

He touched a couple fingers to them, brow furrowing. These were his fault. ...do they hurt much?

Augh, his ingenious plan failed. The marks were tender, and it felt like someone had punched him there (which he was all too familiar with), but he didn't want Yami to worry over them all day. A little. But some medicine and hot rags will make them go away faster.

And there was no way he was about to let his other self take the blame for this. He gave a frown of his own and reached up to touch the tips of his fingers against Yami's neck, where more bruises of the same color were showing up. Besides... You have a lot more than I do. Those - and these, he lowered his head a bit to gesture to his own throat, were my fault. I was the one who yanked you up first, remember?

Yugi could probably write a detailed essay on how this was entirely his fault and support it with tons of empirical evidence and Yami would still try to take the blame for something. So instead of acknowledging that it was Yugi's fault -or even arguing over who was really to blame- Yami turned up Yugi's collar again and backed out of his other's touch.

The sooner we finish here, the sooner we can return home so you can be treated. And he tugged off his shirt to try on the next two outfits, rushing a bit in his hurry to get out of there. Yugi being in pain because he was taking too long to pick out clothes was simply unacceptable.

We're treating you too, okay? Yugi fiddled with his collar a bit more, then hooked his hands behind his back, watching with a slightly helpless smile. He wanted Yami to enjoy himself and take his time here, not put himself in a rush just to relieve his aches. Besides, they still had breakfast planned... But with a sigh, Yugi shooed that thought away from his head. That would probably have to wait and become lunch instead.

Now, to his original question. Are the clothes fitting you all right? I can get some more if they don't.

They're fine. Even if they weren't fine, Yami wouldn't have let Yugi go off and find him some more. While the notion of being waited on was a bit familiar -makes sense, since he was a king and all- he didn't want Yugi to do it and he didn't want to prolong their stay at the store so much that Yugi wouldn't be able to get back home to treat those bruises.

Stupid. He should have noticed before, and they should have done it before going anywhere. Satisfied with what they found, Yami shrugs the black shirt and pajama bottoms back on, gathering up their soon-to-be purchases in his arms and giving the lock a rather put-out look, hoping he could just will it open with his mind instead of having to wrestle with it.

Here, it's like this... Yugi worked the lock again, slowly this time, allowing Yami to see in case they stopped by here again, and then opened the door...

To see a group of preteens hurriedly turn away from gawking at the door and snicker behind their hands before hurrying away. Yugi seemed confused at first... but gasped in realization, then covered his face and let out a groan. It wasn't like two people in the same dressing room always had to mean... something else.

But before Yami could ask, Yugi worked his way towards the cash registers. The last thing he wanted was to explain how the young mind can jump to degrading conclusions very quickly. We need to pay, then hurry home. Then mom can give you her talk. Eh... good luck with that.

What was that about, Aibou? Yami asked, eyes following the little group as they scurried from the dressing room and completely ignoring the warning in Yugi's voice. He wasn't going to let something so odd get away from him so easily, after all.

The clerk was giving him a strange look and he remembered again that he was visible. It was a little funny; he was so accustomed to being invisible, walking beside Yugi as a specter or viewing the world through Yugi's eyes as he relaxed in his mind that he had to remind himself that he and Yugi were both visible now. "You guys brothers?" the clerk ventured somewhat jokingly as he rang up their purchases.

I told you.

".... Nothing." That was all Yugi was willing to say in response to that. He definitely did not want to get into that sort of thing with him.

The question from the clerk, however, had started him a little. After using the mind link so much with his other self, he too had almost forgotten that Yami had his own solid form. He laughed quietly at his own misery, his own stupidity, and Yami's cheekiness, which was to say that it was definitely a cover up to avoid dropping his head into his hands entirely with exasperation.

Might as well... "Yes! Twin brothers! He's the older one." He replied to the clerk as he looked up at his other. He'd let him handle things while he took out the bills and held them in his hands as if they were cards. Go on, clerk. Just tell him how much it will be. He's ready.

At the spoken answer, both Yami and the clerk gave Yugi a look (though Yami's was more amused than bemused) and the clerk tells Yugi the total cost of their purchases. Yami could feel the glances he was getting because of his strange attire and he wished that this process would hurry the hell up.

"He's the older one?" Now you're just being cheeky. Yami folded his arms and leaned against the counter, gaze sweeping across the room somewhat arrogantly. It wasn't that he tried to look haughty and aloof, it just came naturally to him. A few shoppers met his eyes before quickly looking away, and he tilted his head. It was harder to people-watch when they could watch you back.