"Thanks nothing, I'm the one getting the best show around town!" Wulf said, that trade mark grin of his still plastered on his face. And to think he had only wanted to get a tattoo and a nice citrus drink from this mall, but now he was getting his own little...like...fun time! This day could not be any better then. Well. They had still yet to go downstairs. He didn't care if she didn't try anything on, but he was getting some new boxers. Maybe something for sleeping in too. It would be stupid if he slept in the nude, since any old person could just walk into his room.
Being as he still didn't understand that dragons could over-ride the locking mechanisms.
He waved at her as she walked away, still getting the best view of her rear as it walked away and disappeared. D'aw. No more sexy jeans. Well, he was looking forward to what might come out of there now. Had to be something good right? This was Satori after all. She was real good with her...clothing wearing.
And that of course is when she opened the door...and his eyes became wide with disbelief, and his jaw had dropped open. Oh. Dear. Space. That uh...those were...leather...ti ght...jeans...and they fit perfectly. That was...yeah...
"Should have sent...a poet..." He managed to get out, unable to think of anything to say. He had seen some good people in clothes before. Really he had. But this was something else. This was just completely off the charts. "You must keep those." He said suddenly, trying to draw his eyes away from her lower half to her face. Mustn't stare....but so...stareable...
"Those are...more dynamical than your jeans I think."
