Thread: Rise of the Demon Forge: A Hidden Danger? (Razgriz x Karameida)

Jack Nathan Jack of course was oblivious to the plots against him, to tear him away from Blair so that her beloveds could come to her rescue. Ironic considering they were the farthest thing from a couple of course, no one but Blair and him knew that they'd only met each other just under twenty minutes ago. And even if someone had suggested that he was encroaching on their territory, the worst he would do was try to find what the 'territory' was without even realizing they were referring to Blair herself. Jack looked up at Blair as she patted his thick platinum locks, his eyes following her finger until he saw what she was pointing to. Clothes?.....Clothes. New clothes Jack repeated as he was led into this strange new place he looked around every bit of the shop, yet not knowing what any of these strange things were or even what this location was. His large, strong hands ran over some of the things that seemed to hang on triangle-shaped objects, a question mark-shaped piece of metal jutting out of its uppermost vertex. Were these clothes? What was their purpose? He was once again directed by Blair to find something that 'looked good on him'. Looks....good? he repeated as Blair sat on his shoulder again, earning the confused stares of several other patrons around him whispers could be heard about the two of them, though it was more likely that Blair could hear them better than he could. It was mostly musings about what the guy's problem was and why he was acting so strange. However, they were soon approached by a dark-haired, brown-eyed male in rather professional attire likely an assistant manager to this store. He was a store employee, the name tag reading Nathan Hello, sir and madame Blair...Welcome to Death Outfitters I couldn't help but notice you were looking rather lost. Is there something I can help you find? Jack just stared at the man for a few moments, creating a rather awkward silence before he finally replied, Help? Help......find clothes. A bead of sweat rolled down the employee's temple did he really just say that? And the giant's manner of speaking was, weird to say the least. Um, alright...Very good, sir the young man said after regaining his composure, adding But it would help if you were just a little more specific . Jack seemed to be able to at least understand that, for his answer to that was Help find clothes that look good on me. Poor Nathan nearly fell over in shock that answer didn't help him in the slightest! Taking a deep breath, Nathan just studied the man it was clear to him that this man had never seen a clothing store in his life. And the robe he wore was so strange the bottom of the hem was frayed but the rest was untouched. But Nathan was determined to help this man though he was rather large in size. Would anything here even fit him? he thought to himself, his fingers cupping his chin in thought before he then stated, Well, let's if we can't find something for you, sir...Blair, what do you think? You seem to have good fashion taste . Unlike many of the horndogs in Death City, Nathan was one of the few who didn't drool over her often scantily-clad figure. He did find her physically attractive hell, she had a body even the top models of the world would kill to have. But there was a line between being a pervert and acknowledging that someone was beautiful regardless, he was relieved to have Blair along. Maybe she could help give some insight as to what to do with this incredibly lost fellow.