"You...think?" Ezra looked over at the pile of tried-ons. He wasn't a math wizard, but he knew that two pairs of pants and a pair of shoes and five shirts wouldn't a wardrobe make. This would require some improvisation. "Okay." Sales clerk was happily busying herself with a pile of clothing in the same sizes, but different lengths and designs.
Oh, but she was good. Ezra already was pulling out his credit card. It was rather posh, actually, with his picture on it and everything. Security was a big deal for him. Especially since he could sometimes hardly remember what he was doing, had to take precautions to ensure things that he needed --like money-- didn't just float out of his grasp.
But they did turn into large bags when all was said and done. Three large bags, actually. Pants, shirts and tops and things and shoes. Luckily, it was all to Kenzie scale. Ezra hoofed them without question. That djinn blood made a lot of menial tasks a lot easier than they would have been otherwise. Imagine what a marvel he'd be without this accursed vision! He always imagined he'd be some discus throwing or javelin-vaulting champion. Something ancient and venerable of a sport.
This always somehow involved him also wearing a headband when he pictured doing it, which always troubled him. How did people wear headbands? It just did not seem to work in his mind. Not with the rest of their outfit, anyhow.
It was still light out and he didn't really want to go home yet. He always wanted to go out and do things after...troubling times. Reminded him that he had a life still and helped to heal the raw emotional spots with some happier memories. Although Rudra did say he was tired.
But he knew how to fix that. "Do you want to get some iced cream?"