He couldn’t help blush a bit when Dandy mentioned the baggy clothes he’s been wearing. Oh yeah, it was right... he had been wearing Dandy’s clothes for a while. He was pretty much used to them by now, he didn’t even remember. But he nodded in agreement, and rose his eyebrows looking at the violet speedo.
“Oh... yeah, right.” he said, wondering in silence if Dandy was gonna buy it for himself or if he was offering it to him... No, wait! Maybe he was gonna buy it for himself, being matesprits now and all. It would only make sense that they both should start getting clothes of the other’s color.
His face flushed completely and his fins flapped at the thought, then he looked away and held tightly to the shirt he had chosen.
“Alright, I’ll be right back then...” he said and walked away fast to keep looking through the clothes.
As he was trying to find something else appealing to him, he started wondering if Dandy knew about such tradition between Trolls and quadrants. Did he mention it to him before? Was it a coincidence? Then his thoughts jumped to wonder what Dandy’s color actually was... With humans was probably different, because they all had red blood, but he had noticed Dandy had a certain inclination for blue. At least most of his clothes were blue, and even his hair had a shade of blue. Blue, probably. He should get a blue bathing suit.
He left the area of shirts and shorts, with a couple of each on his left arm, and approached the area of bathing suits. He stopped for a bit, placing his other hand on his hip and looking around at all the different options, until a certain little thing caught his attention. A mannequin, wearing a pretty blue bikini. He frowned and huffed in anger, immediately remembering the ladies, with those stupidly tiny bikinis, that had caught Dandy’s attention. What was even the deal with those things?! Did they really mean that much to Dandy? Because he had ladies in bikinis all over his fucking ship!
He wrinkled his nose, approaching to the bikinis that were the same to the ones the mannequin was modeling. He grabbed one and stared at it almost instinctively, but in his head he was actually wondering if he should get one for himself. Maybe that way Dandy would stop staring at other bikinis and focus on him. Him, him and only him.
He tossed the bikini on the top of the pile of clothes he had for trying on, and walked back to Dandy, looking at him with a dead serious face.
“Done. I’m gonna try these on now.” he announced.