"Oh, well. What I have now but smaller, I guess." Derek looks down and picks at the over sized black shirt. "And maybe some colors thrown into the mix. There's a whole color wheel that I apparently completely forget about at some point."

The mall appears up ahead and Derek sits up a little. Malls are always an exciting clash of the senses, all full of scents and sounds. And hot dogs on sticks. And pretzel bits.

Holy shit, he's hungry.

Luke parks the truck and Derek hops out, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet as he waits for Luke to join him. It's a weekday, and it's kind of awesome that he isn't in school. There's always the thrill of being elsewhere on a weekday morning, but he supposes that doesn't really apply here. Here, he's long done with school.

They walk through the automatic doors and Derek beelines for the first clothing store he sees that doesn't remind him of Abercrombie and Fitch. Luke follows along dutifully, and Derek looks over at him as he grabs a plum colored henley from a pile near the door. "You seem pretty at home being dragged through a mall."