Kenzie waited, arms outstretched, to be loaded down with the clothes that Ezra wanted him to try on. He did like getting things, yes. He had never had anything that was his before and these clothes were to be just that, his and only his. It wasn't that he really minded wearing Ezra's clothes, but there was a sense in pride that he felt when he thought of owning something. It was as if Ezra giving him these clothes was like him telling Rudra that he was good enough to deserve them, that he deserved to be treated like a human being and not like some animal.
"Yes, Ezra." He said, giving a good natured roll of his eyes at the reminder to take off his shoes. He practically skipped off to the dressing room. Layers, layers, layers. But Ezra had it laid out just right for him so that he could put the clothes on and know what was supposed to go with what. It wasn't as dificult as he had thought it would be.
A few minutes later and he came out, wearing the slacks, a sleeveless tank, and a hoodie over top of it. His hair was a mess as he strolled into view, tucking his hands into the pockets of the jeans. "How do I look?" Like a normal teenager if not a bit metrosexual, not that either of them would really recognize that term.