"Hey, Dante… are you sure we can shop here?"
"Chill, I already got this taken care of."
Finn was one massive lump of stress, hiding behind Tomato Head as they stood at the entrance of the shop. The two of them looked out of place even before entering the building, but after arriving at the higher floors and entering one of the hops there, the boy was convinced that they didn't belong there.
The staff's reaction only served to cement that conclusion. The assistant waiting at the entrance took one look at them and wiped the smile off his face. A moment later, he wore another one before walking over with quick steps.
"Excuse me, sir, are you lost?" Said the smartly dressed man. "We do not sell street-"
"Yeah yeah, cut the bullshit." Tomato Head held up a hand and cut him off. "We already placed the orders and paid to cut the line. We're here for the fitting."
"O-oh, is that so?"
