Dorian just shrugged, he would probably not use them even at the rich boy's house. He would try to but habits were hard to break. He just signed and took off his shirt, wiped allot of grease on it before going to his backpack. He kept a spare on him all the time just in case. Dorian was a athletic build from his job at the junkyard, a little skinny though. He just took the clean top out of his backpack and pulled it on before stuffing the dirty one inside the part where he keeps the clothing.

Dorian just set his backpack on the hood of the car and placed the uniform shirt on. "Better?" He asked as he lazily button a few of the buttons, leaving several on the top and bottom undone. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. He was still smudged with grease but it was dried enough to not travel to the things he touched. He just left the shirt untucked and sloppy. He never wore his uniform correctly.