Ayl chuckled at her rant, and followed after her as she 'dragged' him along; because of the height difference, he was able to speedwalk and keep up just fine, though. They eventually made their way to a clothing store, and they split apart to each find a new outfit. Ayl wandered the aisles for a while, unsatisfied with the majority of what he found; this may well be an apocalypse, but that doesn't mean he had to go around looking generic. He finally pieced together his outfit and changed into it, discarding his old clothes as he made his way back to the entrance, where he found Sam waiting for him in a very simple outfit, one that made him feel rather extravagant.<br/><br/>He wore a long-sleeved black jacket with a pocket on each side, unbuttoned but tied together with zig-zagging golden thread, and under it was a white muscle shirt with a red and black scratched record logo in the center. On his legs were a pair of blue jeans with a white cross-like symbol on the right leg, the horizontal stripe forming a full circle around his knee, and the vertical stripe reaching from the bottom of the legs to a little under the groin. There was also a silver belt looped around his waist, with an attachment on either side that held the small black cylinders he used as handles, as well as a dark purple length of cloth tied around the back right side of it, with the majority of the cloth hanging off and reaching down to a bit under his knee. His hands and feet had the same gloves and shoes as before, but now there was a jet-black bracelet around his left wrist, with a silver 5-link chain hanging off of it.<br/><br/>He walked up to Sam, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Too much?"