[ hes gonna raise a hand to touch his hair, threading fingers through the black roots with a grin, as if fixing the up-done style he usually keeps it in. ]

What's the point if I don't look cool, you know? Can you imagine a frumpy "The Stampede?" it's just not right.

[ but... then he has to laugh. a hand moving to cover his face. ]

Yeah, about that. I've tried to convince him to buy clothes, and he says it's just a "waste of money". Guy grew up in a desert, clothes cost more than a week's worth of food and he's stubborn.

So.

We should definitely trick him into a shopping trip.
Because the guy needs more than one shirt, and needs to stop borrowing my sweaters whenever his clothes are hung out to dry.