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Kenta left the school to go visit his Guardian Loran. He had questions on some things he was too embarrassed to ask other students. After all, they had all acted like everyone knew what they were talking about... but with only one year of memories and only the most basic of knowledge, he didn't know what everyone knew.

Plus he wanted to visit home. Say hi to the bony old man, visit and talk. Since Loran was like family now. He walked in the front door and stopped: there were boxes everywhere.
"Hey Loran. I'm home." He called out as he wandered through the boxes. Curious, he opened one and quickly closed it. Clothes. Fancy stuff, elegant, frilled, lace and embroidered clothes. Ik! Old man must be cleaning his closet or something....


"Ah Kenta! Welcome come lad." A tall skeleton decked out in a classic outfit of blue and gold silk with lase, frills, embroider in gold thread topped off with a hat stepped out from an archway. "You came home at a good time! I've got a new shipment in and need to move it to the shop! Would you mind helping?"

"Uh sure...." He said as he eyed the boxes. If they were all clothes then this wouldn't be too hard... even if there was a lot of boxes.

"Oh not all of them will be going." The hollow dead voice said happily. "These boxes here are for you!" His skeletal hand waved elegantly at the few stacked on top of each other. Kenta's ears flicked back and he looked at Loran warily.

"I.. don't have space..." What was Loran trying to unload on him?

"Nonsense! Oh and," he held out a bag. "Go put this on.."

Taking it hesitantly he looked inside and made a gagging noise when he saw what was in there.

"No!" He said. "This is all laced and frilled! I don't wear girly stuff!"

Loran sighed and if he had eyes he'd have rolled them. "Humor an old skeleton, Kenta. It's been forever since you've let me buy you clothes! Besides what you're wearing isn't fit to be worn." He sniffed in disgust; "Those have patches and I can see some more holes starting to form... I will not let anyone say I do not clothe you properly! Now put it on.. unless you want me to make you."

Kenta's ears fell and his tail curled between his legs as he sulkily slunk off to change. Loran had.. forced him to change once.. that had not been fun.... It was just better to wear it then ditch the clothes and run wolf form back to the dorms.. yeah.. that'd work....

Loran grinned (well he was always grinning in his skeletal way, but now he actually meant it) when Kenta slunk off to change. I'll treat him to his favorite dinner tonight to make up for it. He knew the lad didn't like being dressed up but he just couldn't help himself! And it was just too much fun! Good clothes can make or break a meeting, he thought to himself as he went to answer the door. Perhaps another helper had arrived to help?

"Ah Miasma," he said as he motioned for her to come inside, "Welcome! I'm glad you showed up to help. I've got a lot of new clothes in, most female it seems. I will need your help in sorting out the good from the bad and perhaps help me .... rearrange some of the outfits. He sighed. "My suppliers sometimes send me the most gaudy of stuff... I take them apart and salvage the better pieces to mix and match later on.... Since you are helping, you may take a few outfits of your choice as payment." Always pay the help, it made them more willing to help and they did a better job!

Kenta mean while, had finally manged to put on the uncomfortable, yet very fashionable, outfit. Growing to himself at the discomfort and restrictions of the clothes

"Dunno why I come home when you keep foisting these stupid tacky stuff on to me..." He was muttering when he entered the room. He stopped and snarled when he saw that the "it's-not-pink-but-fushia" girl standing in his house.
"What're you doing here." He said ungraciously.

Loran gave an elegant small bow in return for the curtsy.
"Always nice to know there are others who appreciate the finer things in life!"

He turned and glared at Kenta's rude greeting. "Kenta! That is not how you welcome a guest into the house! She will be helping us..." He paused when Mia spoke up.
"I keep telling him he should dress better but he keeps going back to those tattered things he calls clothes... Or his." He paused then said the last word in disgust, "sportswear." Then he smiled at Kenta. "And she is right. Yo do clean up nicely... now if only you'd wear those all the time." He finished mournfully.

Kenta snorted and crossed his arms. He ignored the small surge of pride when he got complimented. No way was he going to let anyone know that looking good mattered! It'd ruin his reputation... well... what small one he had.
"It's uncomfortable!" Not really... Loran knew his sizes and it fit perfectly but he wasn't going to say that. "You can't move in these things." He held up an arm and glared at the lace that festooned the end of the sleeve. "How you can stand having so much frippery on you?"

Loran sighed and shook his head. "You just need to get used to them Kenta boy! Be glad I'm not making you wear shoes to go along with it! And looking good is worth the small cost of not being able to run as fast as possible. Change into another set of clothes when you exercise." He waved a hand to toss Kenta's complaints(which he'd heard million's of times) out the window. "Now.. You won't be helping to sort Kenta, Mia will do that. You will be helping us move boxes and the heavier item while we sort."

Loran was amused, maybe if girls told Kenta he looked good the boy would wear better clothes? But... not this one apparently. They must have met before ad not got off on the right foot. There's always time to fix that, he thought as he pointed at the boxes filled with all the things he wanted Kenta to have.
"Go put those in your room, then you can help move boxes around so Miasma and I don't have to move all the time while we sort."
Kenta muttered to himself as he did so. There were three boxes, not to heavy, so he just piled them up on to of each other and caried it up in one trip.

When he got back down he responded to Miasma's comments. "I prefer comfort and clothes I can work in.. not fancy girly stuff. And I won't wear shoes.. ever....They hurt."

"It's not girly Kenta." Loran said with a sigh.

"It's frilled... and there's lace." Kenta kept coming back to that; he wouldn't mind the vest or the pants he was currently... it was all the doodads, lace, frill.. girly stuff.

"A truly confident man can wear what ever he want and make it look good."
Loran said as he opened a long box and sighed happily. Inside were dresses; lovely pastels, some darker colors, not all from is preferred era's of clothing but nice enough. Some had flounces and frills and lace, others were sleek and elegant in their simplicity. "Oh what a lovely haul this is today! And nothing too tacky for once."
Kenta rolled his eyes. Dresses......

Now in much more comfortable clothe that he could bend down and pick stuff up in without worrying about busting a seam, Kenta felt more confident. He stuck his tongue out at Loran and Miasma’s back as they were preoccupied by the clothing. Saying what he really thought of the uppity frivolous pink thing meant he’d say something that Loran might get upset at… which might be worth it just to see her squirm… but… later. Not when he had to work the rest of the afternoon with her! Pouty female was the worst.

“Who cares about popularity when it itches to wear?” He muttered instead as he grabbed a rack full of empty bags and hangers. He had helped out before and knew Loran would be keeping some of these, judging by the tone. But he brought over the box of scraps and an empty box to store the not acceptable stuff in just in case.
“Impractical.” He snorted at the sight of the dress currently being examined before slouching over to a seat

Loran tsk-ed at Kenta. “It is a work of art! You should learn to appreciate the finer things in life. This is just simply lovely! Though a tad too elegant for normal wear….”

“Ha! It’s a freaking ball gown! What person wears that these days? Sure… good for fancy balls… but that’s it.” Kenta groused from his seat. What type of person would wear that in normal day life? It’d get ruined in an instant! All that delicate cloth and pale colors….

Kenta sniffed at her words. Good first impression? Her clothes hadn't done her much good with that attitude! Besides, anyone could tell he was a rough and tumble guy... what use would dolling himself up do other than get him comments on how he was trying to ape his 'betters?'

"Or someone who doesn't do anything...." He muttered under his breath as he hauled over another chest for them to examine. "Someone who doesn't bother with doing more than sitting looking silly."

Loran didn't spend too much time on each box, he moved from one to the next with practiced speed, knowing what would sell well, what just needed a little bit of repair or additions to look better, and what to set aside to take apart and try salvaging later. This kept Kenta on his feet moving about grabbing boxes and carting off reboxed stuff to be sent to the shop later.