Eamon just shakes his head in bewilderment. The sense of personal decency on someone who was so purposly provocative puzzled him to no end. He walks to the door. "Take you time." Leaving, he closes the door and tromps back into the kitchen, pulling out his cup from the sink and pouring himself more coffee, then slouching down in his chair by the table to wait for Shadow to finish.

Staring off into space, he suddenly winces. If Shadow is into 'fashion', exactly how much is this shopping trip going to cost?

Shadow returned in about five minutes, still shoe-less. He looked slightly more decent, now. He was messing with his hair, though, and didn't stop. "You wouldn't happen to have something I could tie my hair up with, would you?" he asked, mournfully. "A ponytail would go much better with an outfit like this. A rubber band would do..."

He looked much more masculine, now...but due to his soft, semi-round features, he still had a touch of femininity to him.

Eamon sighs but pulls himself up from his chair. "Wait there." He clomps off down the hallway, and comes back a few minutes later with an elastic band and a pair of mud-encrusted work boots. He hands the elastic to Shadow, and drops the shoes on the floor in front of him. "I only have one spare pair of shoes. Oh, and..." Reaching behind himself, he grabs a pair of sunglass that look like they came from the 90s from his back pocket, where he had hung them by one of the arms. "Here."

Shadow tied up his hair, and made a face at the shoes, but stepped into them, seeing as he had no shoes. Upon seeing the sunglasses, he took them as well. "New sunglasses are needed, if you want to keep me disguised..." he commented, idly. His blue hair would be enough of a distraction as it was.

He grudgingly put the sunglasses on.

"As long as they're not designer sunglasses..." Eamon grumbles under his breath. "Hang on." Leaving the room again, he heads back to the clothing room. After a few minutes he reappears in the kitchen, wearing torn blue-jeans and a green t-shirt which clings enough to show off his fairly muscular physique. He slips his wallet into his back pocket, then jangles his keys. "Ready?"

((Heading to bed. D: ))

Shadow made his staring obvious, on purpose. "...Yes, I'm ready. Where are we going?" he asked, eagerly, trotting over to stand by his side. He seemed uncomfortable with a ponytail, but it stood out much less than his long, flowing hairstyle...so it was much better.

"... walmart. And what did I tell you about staring?" Moving to the door, he opens it, and after Shadows leaves the house, closes and locks the door behind him, then proceeds to the run-down van they had previously left parked at the side of the road. "I mentioned Bob takes most of my pay-check, right?"

(sleep well. XD)

Shadow huffed, irritated. "If you hadn't been rushing to get out of the mansion, I could have shown you where the safe is," he accused, a devilish grin creeping its way across his face. "But no...rush, rush, rush..."

He hopped into the van once it was unlocked, dancing slightly in his seat.

"Yeah. I wasn't exactly planning on taking you on a shopping spree at the time. If you really want clothes, why don't you sell some of the jewelry you picked up. Otherwise You'll be wearing what I can afford." Climbing into the van, the turns it on again, and pulls away from the house, heading towards the nearest mall.

"Or that laptop," he adds as an afterthought.

"Nooo. I've never owned a computer in all my life. It's going nowhere." Something about the way Shadow was speaking said he was going to whine and complain while they were there.

Well...it was natural, in a way. Being confined and held captive for so long without free will of his own had worn on him...

Eamon winces at the whining. He almost asks him not to do that again, but reconsidering his past success with asking Shadow to stop doing things, or lack thereof, he holds his tongue. "Fine. Not the laptop. What are you going to do with it anyways? Make internet bombs to get back at your Masters?"

Shadow yawned, laying himself out more in the seat. Even in his current attire, he still managed to look at least semi-attractive. "I'm going to have fun. I mean, there's loads of fun stuff in the internet...I've seen some things. Oh..."

He flashed Eamon a rather pleading look. "My old master's son is my best friend. He introduced me to video games. Is there any way you could steal an Xbox 360 and a certain game for me? I'd give up the laptop for it..."

The look Eamon gives him is irritated. "You think I steal anything? Besides, stealing from department stores is a pain." Although, looking at the pleading look on Shadow's face, he slowly reconsiders. The kid is nuts, and if he's going to be stuck with him for a week, which is what it's looking like, maybe having something to distract him could be useful.

"... I think about it," he cedes with a grumble, turning a corner. "What game?"

"Left 4 Dead, and if it's possible since they should be together on the shelf, the second Left 4 Dead, too. All I would need are one or both of those games, an Xbox 360, and a controller for it..."

Shadow seemed to know his stuff...obviously he had much time on his hands, since he wasn't exactly a working slave. He was most definitely pioneered as a sex slave.

Eamon shakes his head, having no idea what Shadow is talking about. "Fine fine, whatever. I'll even let you keep the stupid laptop. As long as you use it. And stay away from me." The look he gives shadow is reproachful. "... I have my suspicions as to what exactly you might do otherwise."

Shadow blinked. "...? What? I'm obligated to fulfill some duties to whoever is in charge of me...even if it's for a short time." He shrugged. "That basically means you can do whatever you want with me..."

He seemed inwardly pleased, for some reason.

Eamon glances at Shadow then shakes his head. "Trust me. I won't do anything." Pulling up into the driveway of Walmart, Eamon hops out of the car, then waits impatiently for Shadow to follow. "Come on then, your majesty."

Shadow grinned, widely, as he slid out of the car, strolling up to walk next to Eamon. "You have to be curious," he cooed, softly. "You have no idea what my skill level is. You have no idea what it'd be like. You have to be curious..."

"I also have no idea what it would be like to be with a man. And no particular desire to know. Unless you can somehow pique my interest, it is never going to happen. Thus why I said you are not my type." Walking through the sliding door, he shakes his head at Shadow. "Now. Clothes. The men's section is..." He goes through the sign quickly, then starts walking towards their left. "This way."

"I could go for clothes in both sections. We'll check there first...then pop over to the ladies' section!" Again, gender-blindness at its finest. Shadow shifted a bit, regarding him with amused eyes.

"The only thing manly about me happens to be my lower half. And my inane obsession with the undead, actually...if you've never tried it...how can you know if you'd like it or not?" He tilted his head, slightly. "Maybe you should watch some graphic porn or something..."

That last part draws the attention of some of the other people in the store. Eamon looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and die of embarassment. "Maybe you should watch where you say these things, eh?" Sulking, he stomps over to the mens section and gestures broadly at it.

"Here you go. Have a heyday. A cheap heyday." Waiting for Shadow, his mind slowly catches up to their conversation. "Wait, why Undead? Don't you... get to see enough dead people? With the kind of company you probably end up with."

Attracting attention from the people around them seemed to have been Shadow's intention, for he smiled rather broadly when people began to whisper and stare. He pranced through the men's clothing...and he didn't seem to be interested in anything there, for the most part.

"I like the idea of undead people. And mm-hm, I've seen a lot of death. Particularly in the markets..." Slave markets were lawless and rarely controlled or sanctioned by anyone...