If she was paying very close attention she might have seen a very small, four foot tall robot sitting on the corner outside of the clothing shop, resting his chin in his little hands. He appeared to stare into empty space, and was blending in so well with the hustle and bustle that there appeared to be nothing special about him at all.
Meanwhile inside the shop, while Mukuro skittered about, was a 20-something-year-old young man trying on a multitude of different hats, from baseball caps to cowboy hats to beanies, looking himself over in the mirror with each new pick before discarding the hats into a slowly amassing pile.
When Mukuro happens to get particularly close to the hat-wearing man, he turns quite suddenly on her, giving her a look of surprise, and then a look of inquiry. "Hey, miss, do you mind telling me how this looks on me?" The man puts on what appears to be a... A football helmet? Where did that come from? He beams from ear to ear, though, looking quite happy with his find.
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Meanwhile inside the shop, while Mukuro skittered about, was a 20-something-year-old young man trying on a multitude of different hats, from baseball caps to cowboy hats to beanies, looking himself over in the mirror with each new pick before discarding the hats into a slowly amassing pile.
When Mukuro happens to get particularly close to the hat-wearing man, he turns quite suddenly on her, giving her a look of surprise, and then a look of inquiry. "Hey, miss, do you mind telling me how this looks on me?" The man puts on what appears to be a... A football helmet? Where did that come from? He beams from ear to ear, though, looking quite happy with his find.