By that time the little angel had gotten into his own clothes. He brushed his hair and walked out to reply to the brunettes yell. "I made it for you anyway." he smiled a bit nervously. That day the blond had decided against a rosario and had put in a black crucifix earring that flashed when he moved his head. He was also wearing black boots that laced up to his calves, ripped jeans, and an out-of-character white v-neck t-shirt. He padded over to the cabinets, his boots clunking a bit as he once again noted the groceries he needed.