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Haha, certainly not! Sorry, I just got caught up in memory.

[His horror when he realises how young people can be... will be its own thing. Until then, he walks with Basch, just piping up whenever he thinks of something or the other man speaks in turn. After all, he figures that keeping the man's attention on something other than the plainly awkward shirts they have to wear should be... at least a little helpful.

He's almost reluctant to leave Basch on his own to find clothes, but of course that's silly. The man can clearly handle himself, and... well, they're both looking for very different things. Olivine can already feel himself getting antsy with his gemstone brushing his shirt, after all.

Finding something that looks good together is actually his difficulty, though Olivine isn't so picky as to struggle too much. He has a few vouchers and such, so it's easy to pick up a few options (that will inevitably be too tight in the chest, because honestly how is he built this way) and had toward the changing rooms with.

... hearing his name is a little surprising.]

Is everything alright, Basch?

[It takes a moment to find the right stall, and he waits for an answer even after, before he'll go to slip inside at all. Privacy and all, even in the face of those holes. He's curious, but the blond's comfort comes first.]