This store was a little larger than the hardware store, so there were two saleswomen walking about to help customers. Once again, Aoba found himself keeping his distance from them. Kuro had once again pulled him off, this time to another section showing him another section of clothes. He didn't mind it, only rejecting the darker colors like black and a deep shade of red. Though, it seemed Kuro already knew that so it was fine. "Oh. Alright." He said as he was given  clothing. Then it was off to the pants section before Kuro sent him to a dressing room. 

"Got it!" Aoba carried his clothes to the back, only to find that the dressing room was locked. "Hm..." He tried two more, though those were locked as well. The last one, a woman called out in annoyance to the disturbance. The angel flushed gently. "My apologies ma'am."

"To get into these fittin' rooms, ya need a key. Shoulda just asked. Here." One of the sales women chuckled as she opened the door for him. "Oh, sorry. And thank you." He mumbled and walked in. The door locked by itself and Aoba looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes narrowed a little as he examined the new messy style his hair had, and then he turned, spreading his wings some. "They got darker... I wonder if Kuro noticed. I may just be seeing things." 

He began to change into each item of clothing. First he started with the shirts. He would try on one and examine himself before peeking his head out to show Kuro. Or to tell him that they fit. "They look nice." When he tried on the pants, he did the same thing, showing Kuro and not paying much mind to it. When he was finally done he changed back into the clothes he was originally wearing, pulled up the sleeves and took a few moments to refold the pants and put the shirts back on the hanger. 

"Okay! I like these." He kept them in his arms and looked at Kuro. "So what's next?" His stomach growled lightly and his face flushed gently. Well that answered his question. "Can we get food? This hunger thing is more noticeable than I thought. . ."