The sudden shout startled the boy, glancing past Ricardo to see the man half-hanging through the doorway. Andy's face flushed with color at the reminder that he was naked, and that people saw him. Honestly, he had forgotten that there were others around. The cooing and giggling of effeminate voices from the balconies above reached his ears, and Andy now realized they'd had a very public audience. Suddenly he was very eager to get new clothes, regardless of the man's temperament or rudeness.

He followed Ricardo into the man's shop, eager to cover up and escape the calls and whistles. The interior of the store and its contents, however, made him rethink stepping inside. The clothes here seem more fit for demons or Dracula than people! Why was everything so black and spiky?! Half of the clothes here hardly resembled clothes at all! This was obscene!

Still... It was better than being naked. And the longer he stayed this way, the more he could feel burning eyeballs being pointed at his rear end. And if Ricardo could do it, then so could he! He plunged forwards into the racks and shelves of clothes, seeking out something decent to wear. Eventually he found a T-shirt that wasn't ripped up or covered in vile studs and spikes, some dark denim jeans, underwear, and boots. He rushed to the aforementioned changing rooms as fast as his legs could carry him, eager to get into something sane.

And once again, his hopes for familiarity and comfort were thwarted. Why was everything so damn tight?! The underwear he didn't mind hugging his figure, but the black jeans clung to him so tightly it was like not wearing jeans at all! It wasn't that they were uncomfortable, no, they stretched and moved in ways that were very uncharacteristic of denim, but they were just so... Tight! The red shirt was the same. The color had stuck out to him, being amongst his favorites, and though the size matched his previous, he had to struggle to get it over his own head. At least the boots were normal, though heavy and hard to lace up, reminiscent of military combat footwear.

Feeling shyer exiting the stall than he had been going it, Andy returned to the main body of the store, snagging a leather jacket and a messenger bag from off the racks to help feel more covered. He spotted Ricardo and quickly caught up to him, desperately not wanting to be left behind again.
"R-R-Riiicardo!" He called, hopefully getting his attention. He passed by a disturbing black mask with a zipper for a mouth, feeling an unwanted shiver run down his spine.
"S-s-sssso w-weird! N-N-nev-ver beeeen iiin p-p-place like t-th-th-this. G-G-Gives me c-c-c-creepssss..." He stammered, casting an uneasy eye back to the shopkeeper.

"W-W-Weee sh-should leave. F-Find-d th-the girls. S-s-safer t-together, right?" He asked, looking for some sense of direction. Ricardo might not know where he was going either, but he might have seen a better place to start looking than Andy did. For some reason, his memories directly before, during, and after falling in the lava were fuzzy, almost like there was something blocking him from remembering. Was it just he trauma from the pain? Weird.