The trip was jarring to say the least, and when they found himself in the painfully recreated Gilmore's Goods, Vax thought he might've lost his mind. He spun around slowly, taking it in, and he merely let out a whistle to signal his amazement. "Gilmore, it's like a little piece of home," there was a faint smile on his lips before he felt himself being led to the back.
He'd only been to the back of Gilmore's shop a few times. He'd always been very respectful of Gilmore's business and his privacy. Heck, he was fairly certain he'd only been to Gilmore's home a handful of times and save for once or twice, he'd stayed by the door requesting an audience or a walk about the town because, well, Vax always enjoyed Gilmore's company. Especially when it was just the two of them. There was less fanfare and showmanship when it was just the two of them.
He watched as Gilmore began to rummage through his drawers. As he did so, Gilmore began to undress until he stood in the middle of the back of Gilmore's shop in a pair of small shorts to preserve a sense of modesty. However, the clothes themselves were... Well, let's say black was hardly in Gilmore's color wheel. Vax, however, rummaged through a few things until he settled on something that was, well, quite simple: a shirt and a pair of pants. It felt odd being so unarmed. "Is it terrible?" Not that fashion had ever been something he cared much about, but to find "simplicity" in a drawer of Gilmore's was, well, a bit of a surprise.