A new look [Closed]

Teemo leads his troops closely behind Kennen, his eyes dancing over the various types of clothing. Ionia sure has a way with bright, colorful fabrics, it seems. When they reach the back, the bright hues seem to vanish and leave behind duller, more subtle shades. The scout captain turns to his boys, speaking loud enough for them to hear but not so loud as to make it easy for the owner to understand.

"Alright, boys, everybody find something they think will fit. Remember we gotta be convincing with this." On the inside, Teemo feels his excitement building a bit. Fashion is something he never really has time for, but it was always fun to put together new things when he got the chance. When everyone seems to start looking into the clothing, he steps over to Kennen and nudges him. "Hey, there are dressing rooms around here, right? I mean, it wouldn't be good if we bought something that doesn't fit at all."

Kennen looked around for a moment before noticing the room. "Yep, right over there," he said, motioning to a door in the corner. "Knock yourself out."

Kennen watched as the scouts bumbled through the store, picking up random articles of clothing that a farmer would never wear, occasionally grabbing something good. Sighing, he pinched his forehead and shook his head.

Kennen looked over at the Scouts again. Only Titus, Teemo, and a few scouts had made good choices. When he saw one going for a rather formal outfit, Kennen finally snapped. "Oh, for the love of-- NO!" he shouted, marching over to the scouts, "Farmers would not wear colorful flowery clothing, even if they could afford it! All you need is a straw hat and some plain shirts and pants, like..." he pulled an entirely blue shirt out of a neatly folded pile, "This! This is all you need!"

Kennen took some deep breaths before going back to his original position. If they're bungling clothes shopping, he thought, how bad is teaching them going to be? He buried his face in his hands, already dreading that time.

On his way to the changing rooms, the scout captain stops one of his units who was admiring a vibrant orange kimono. He snatches a plain, red button-up tee and hands it to the other scout. "Come on, private, no time for sight-seeing. Try this on for size." Immediately after handing over the shirt he continues his walk, grabbing Titus along the way and dragging him with. "Seems like you got what you need, captain. The dressing rooms are this way." Without another word, Teemo takes him along into the small hallway. There are only six rooms available, unfortunately, so the scout drags the other captain into the first stall on their right. He doesn't mind at all, and to work quickly the scouts would all end up sharing one eventually so they can get done sooner. At least there's plenty of space for yordles in them.

Teemo smirks, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. Despite being the shorter of the two, the scout steps up close and gets right in Titus' face, his smirk fading a bit. "You were too slow, captain. If you really wanted me to stop, you should have stopped me out there. Now come on, try on your disguise. We should spend as little time here as we have to."

Though he closes the door to the stall firmly and immediately starts to undress, Teemo doesn't actually believe the words he said. Shopping like this was a nice break, and he didn't want it to end soon. Of course, it doesn't matter what he wants. All that matters is the mission. The other scouts are sorted out well enough now that they'll be trying on proper disguises soon as well.

Once he's disrobed down to his undergarments, Teemo picks up the shirt and starts to slip it on. A commotion behind him catches his attention and he turns to the other captain, somewhat astonished. The sight created an odd feeling inside him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He feels his face warming up a bit, probably blushing a little, but he also can't help but let out a soft chuckle. Something about Titus' well-built form was itching at the scout's brain, though he's finding the struggle to be too funny to care. Has he ever seen Titus without his uniform before?

Suddenly Teemo cuts off his own chuckles, controlling his inner thoughts again, though his cheeks are still showing a faint pink hue. Quickly he rolls Titus onto his back and then straddles his belly, facing towards the other yordle's feet. "Having a bit of trouble, Ty? I hope I don't have to babysit you out on the field like this..." Like an impatient mother, the scout attempts to remove the pants from Titus' leg and then put them on him, doing both legs at the same time.

The scout gives out a faint yelp as he's shoved into the wall, wincing slightly. He places a hand over his sore forehead. "Ngh... Jeez, you're strong..."

After a moment he looks at the other captain and glares, though there's actually a good amount of hurt in his eyes. "Changing? It looked more like you were taking a nap, so I took the liberty of putting your pants on for you. Of course, it looks like you didn't make a great choice. Just because you might think skinny pants will show off those big muscles doesn't mean they'll be practical. "