As Max kissed him back and got on his way to rather uneventful paperwork, Rimion smiled as he watched the man leave, "You know, Max. There's more fun to be had when you're around." Rimi said, turning around to make his way to the mall Max had mentioned. He never had the opportunity to do something like this. Walking around town, seeing some new faces and perhaps catch some gazers and likely put on a show. He could, but for some reason... It wasn't the same as when it was only Max, but he simply waved at the wandering eyes, let his confident smile rest on his face as he continued down south.<br/><br/>Crossing another block, from the corner of his right eye... It was rather the amazing sight to behold. The mall looked enormous on the outside... How many floors could there be? Three? Four? Maybe even more...<span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Money is not an option, he said... In other words, I should be getting what I need, the prices are irrelevant."</span></span>Rimi assessed, a huge grin playing on his face.<span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-style: italic"> "If he says something like that... He is probably pretty wealthy, not that it matters to me. True feelings are immaterial. They can't be bought."</span></span>He smiled, a tsking ringing in his right ear.<br/><br/>"Monsieur!" A man shouted, poking at Rimion's shoulder. Slowly turning back with a smile, the fellow built nearly Max with long curly blonde hair and green eyes. He was sort of nice looking, but right now... This man reminded of Max in some sense. "Monsieur! Just who do you think you are... Walking in here in such raggedy tras-"<br/>"Trash or not, it's all I've got at the moment. So unless you happen to have something that won't rip in three seconds. I highly advise you to stop your bellowing." Rimi answered, flashing some teeth at this man. "Yeah, I had these shorts for years, but it wasn't like he had much else. Besides... You've got a pretty face. It'd be a shame if I made less... appealing."<br/>"Touche... I am Monsieur Fitters. I will find something that will suit and "fit" you." Monsieur Fitters said, proceeding to touch Rimi's chest, who grabbed his wrist gently. "Sorry... But what you see... Is not for you. Now to the clothes."