[url=http://youtu.be/DZTvmdWAWg4]Warakuma Shopping Complex[/url]

As Chiaki considered possible places to dine at, there was a cry for help. One that could only be quelled by Chiaki herself. A cry, for fashion!
'Why don't I have any fashion sense?!' She turned to Yakudatsu, apologised for leaving and left to see what poor soul was in need of help. "Did you hear that Yaku-kun? Somebody is in need of immediate help!" She started to jog off to the source of the cry. Before running back and apologising. "I'm so sorry for deserting you like this! You're free to join!" She placed her baggage upon Yakudatsu "If you wouldn't mind... Thanks Sweetie!"
She then ran off to find the person in need.

On the lower floor was boy resting upon a bench, wearing clothes from three seasons ago that looked like they barely fit him anymore. It was indeed, the poor lost soul that cried for help. Walking uo to the boy she grabbed his hands and said. "You don't know who I am, but I am going to be your fashion guardian angel!"
She ripped the boy off of the bench and dragged him into the nearest clothing store.

"Okay sweetie, first thing to turn you from faux, to friend, is getting you out of those pants!" It took only a second for her to realise how inappropriate that sounded. She went red and placed her palm over her mouth.
She turned away from him. "I'm so sorry..."
Grabbing some shirts from the racks and some pants from a nearby shelf she pushed the boy into a changing closet. "These clothes are from a new spring line! They'll look fabulous on you, considering your body structure is well ... Um... Uh maintained, just, cone out when you're ready! Kay?"

Chiaki walked over to some mirrors, placing a light pink, breezy dress over her body. The dress ended roughly five centremetres above her kneecaps, so it was a relatively short dress. Chiaki sighed as she looked at herself. "Thats' in the past"

Chiaki placed the dress back where she found it and waited for the boy.