Arus looked at her and nodded his head. "Doesn't mean it is going to be easy. I've never in nineteen years had to wear a suit. I really don't relish the idea of becoming a stuffed sausage. It looks really uncomfortable. How do people in suits breath? They look so tight and like you could suffocate in them. Rather uncomfortable appearing." He says softly. He burst into chuckles which came out in bursts because he was trying very hard not to laugh when Hannah went and explained why she was laughing. His laughter faded though as he watched in amazement as her father began to doodle. He always liked seeing artwork being done and seeing it upclose like this was cool. He burst into chuckles again. "That looks so realistic. It is like a living cartoon." He says in awe. "You should do cartoon comic strips." He says. "In spare time I mean." He added quickly. "For yourself." He added again quickly. He blinked and listened to her father.<br/><br/>They soon arrived at the gentleman's store and they got out. He got out and was soon followed by Hannah and then her father. He walked inside with James opening the door. He sent him a look that was a mixture of quizzical and irritated then sighed. Walking inside and his eyes went wide. He never thought he would ever be in one of these kinds of stores. For one they were expensive as hell. A man came over and began to measure him. He squirmed until the guy asked him to hold still. He reluctantly did but clearly didn't like being measured with the tape measure. He was very thin but not undernourished. Not anymore at least. He was soon guided, along with Hannah and her father, over to a stand with suits of every style and color. He grimaced and looked at them.<span style="font-style: italic">"These are all in your size sir. Please find some that you like." The man then walked away.</span><br/><br/>Arus just looked at the suits. "Um...." He just started looking around then back at them. The fitting room happened to be nearby. He picked up a normal black one. "Um...guess I'll start with this sausage suit." He says softly. He went into the fitting room and tried it on. He grimaced and walked out. Though he didn't like how he looked he looked absolutely divine in them. Like a true gentleman. He runs a hand through his hair as the glasses went to the end of his nose. Four suits later he comes out in a dark blue one with a more Italian style design to it. "What do you think? Any of these I should keep?" He asked Hannah. Glasses again at the edge of his nose.