Aoba complies readily enough, toddling over when he's called upon. Kuro tries not to grin at this and instead focus on picking out something suitable. When the angel points out that the stuff on the rack is not stuff he would wear Kuro coughs lightly and nods. “Yeah, you're right. I'd look like a cowboy in this, and I'm more of a rock star.” He chuckles at his own comment and follows the smaller male over to the clothes he pointed at. They go back and forth a bit before the demon's arm is loaded up with a few different tops and bottoms and he wanders off to the changing rooms. [i]'Ah, this is fun. Like my own personal fashion show!'[/i] 

Popping in and out of the changing rooms he shows off each of the pieces. He takes the yay or nay votes from Aoba and eventually he has a couple new outfits for cheap. The clerk lets him wear one of them, a black t-shirt with a faded blue jean jacket over it, and some supple form fitting jean looking pants that stretch more like spandex than jean. The lady behind the check-out counter smiles warmly at both of them, batting her eyes a bit at Kuro, however he ignores her politely aside from paying her. New threads on and old ones in the trash Kuro slips his arm around Aoba's waist and heads outside. “So, where to next Little Mouse?” he asks cheerfully, feeling much better having been out of the sun for so long.