It had been amusing the first few times. A wrong turn here, an early turn there, and before Seth even knew it, he was lost again for somewhere nearing his 5th time in a mere three days. He didn't find anything funny about his current predicament, however, standing, as he was, before the towering building of 'Domino City Mega Mall' while, in actuality, he had been searching for the nearest '7-11' for a Pepsi refill. There were simply too many streets, sidewalks, and unfamiliar buildings, names, and faces for him; it was a nuisance more than anything now. "Osiris," he muttered beneath his breath.



Across the street from the Mall, there just so happened to be an ice cream parlor. And at that ice cream parlor, there just so happened to be Pegasus, sitting there and waiting for his order, looking mildly bored. He looked at the clock behind the cash register then looked outside the window. He squinted, then realized he knew that figure standing in front of the mall. What was Seth doing out and about? And by himself? Well, his order still wasn't ready, so he casually sauntered over. He hesitated then tapped the other on the shoulder. "Seth?"



The priest looked up sharply, almost jumping when he felt the tentative brush on his shoulder. He relaxed slightly, upon finding that the owner of the hand was none other than his twin's spurned lover, Pegasus. "Good afternoon," he nodded, turning to glance at the male. Ra, it was embarrassing. Why was it that he always happened upon the male when he was lost beyond all hopes. Definitely not a sign from the gods, he decided, shifting slightly.



Pegasus pulled his hand away quickly, noticing the slight jump from Seth. "Ah...good afternoon to you too." He nodded, then looked around a bit. He had a feeling the other was lost again, but decided not to mention it. "So...what brings you to the mall mon cher?"



Oh, Ra, was he lost if his trip to the grocery store had landed him on the campus of a shopping mall. "I..." Seth looked away, almost sheepishly. "I was actually aiming for the markets, but..." he trailed off, leaving the words that he was lost and in need of directions unspoken as he idly pulled at the nonexistent lint on his curtain-robe.



Trying not to smile at the priest's obvious embarrassment, Pegasus ran a hand through his hair. "Hmm....well you're not THAT far off from the store actually. If you'd like I could direct you to where you need to be." He glanced over at the ice cream parlor, sighing exasperatedly when he realized his order was sitting there, with a rather peeved looking waiter. "Oh dear...I didn't think I was taking THAT long..." he said more to himself than to Seth.



"Ah..." Seth nodded, appreciating the offer despite the way his pride howled and wailed in agonizing pain. "That would be appre-" he stopped and glanced over in the general direction Pegasus was staring. 'Domino Icecream Parlor' the sign read, and for a moment, he wondered what exact 'icecream' was.



"Hm?" Pegasus looked back at Seth. "Je suis désolé." He nervously put a hand behind his head. "You see I had ordered some ice cream and my order was taking a rather long time but I see it's ready now." Judging from the look on Seth's face, he probably either disliked or had never had ice cream. Pegasus was never one to pass up an opportunity. "Have you ever had ice cream? It's simply delicious."



Seth shook his head twice - first in response to the French phrase he had no idea meant - jay sue the soul, was it? - and then in answer to Pegasus' question. "I have never heard of 'ice cream' until now. Is it a type of sweet confection?" He glanced back to the parlor, a hand sweeping through his hair. Without his headdress, the length was beginning to be a bother for him, constantly requiring his attention.



Pegasus nodded, his eyes bright. "Oh yes, it's very very sweet. Presque aussi délicieux que vous." He watched Seth move a hand through his hair, a habit he'd noticed of the man. His sentence ended awkwardly, so he decided to extend an invitation. "Would you...care to join me? And perhaps try some? My treat."



Oh, yes, he definitely needed a translator around the taller man. Seth pursed his lips, a brow raising. "Press aussie delicious kay who?" The phrase had a nice resonance coming from Pegasus, one that he was unable to repeat in his attempt. "The Pharaoh sent me on an errand to pick up his Pep-si, although..." Begrudgingly, he had to admit that it was tempting; present day confections, as he had found out, really were delicious.



Seth's attempt at French was adorable, and Pegasus didn't have the heart to criticize the utterly wrong pronunciations. He smiled instead. "Pepsi? Hmm...I myself have never liked soda...I'm more into...drinks that are sweeter with a bit more elegance and refinery. Something like wine. Or..." his eyes lit up again, this time with a spark of amusement and a bit of desire. "Something like....tea." Of course he wasn't hinting anything....oh not at all.



Seth watched Pegasus blankly, somewhat confused and partially unsettled by the change in the other male's expression. "I approve of your choice," he nodded, reminded of such drinks in the past. "Wine was often used in ceremonies." He glanced up, airly adding, "And tea is a personal favorite of mine."



"Ah merci!" Pegasus exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow. "So, you like wine do you? And...tea?" He couldn't hold back a smirk. Obviously he had no idea of the implications. "I have quite a collection of wine...and tea...well I'm ALWAYS up for that." He looked back at the parlor. "Perhaps maybe sometime, if you'd like, you can come over and I could show you. But for now, would you care to join me?" He nodded across the street, praying inwardly that the other male would say yes.



If there was any one thought that spoke loudest in Seth's mind at Pegasus' smirk, it was the one that commented, rather snidely, about the man's obvious obsession with tea. "I do. I can not recall completely, but I believe I had tea each day, several times." He shrugged sagely and admitted, "It was addictive." Gaze drawing back to the parlor, the priest mentally weighed his options, then decided that his newly discovered sweet tooth would have to sated for him to do any possible work. Yes, of course. He nodded. "That would be nice."



Biting his lip to keep from smirking again, he nodded. "It IS rather addictive I'll say." He was inwardly laughing at this entire conversation so far. It could only get better with ice cream of course. "Really? Well then, shall we commence?" He offered his arm, like he always did for everyone worthy of being treated by a gentleman. Seth definitely qualified.



"We shall." Seth nodded again, an odd, lopsided grin quirking his lips. He stared curiously at the proffered arm, trying to decipher what it was he was supposed to do. He wasn't a female in need of being escorted, but proper conduct expected a polite reaction from him. Thus, he lightly settled his hand on the arm, rather than hooking his own around it and started to cross to street.



Pegasus sighed to himself, but crossed the street with Seth as well. At least he hadn't brushed past the arm like someone else he knew...He opened the door and held it open. "So, do you have any idea what flavor you'd like my dear?"



Seth stepped into the room silently, gaze assessing. "I did not know there were many...flavors." His hand dropped back to his side, and he canted his head back to the male. "Is there one in particular that you would recommend to me?"



"Well chocolate is, of course, a personal favorite. However, it really all depends on what you like. We've all got our...quirks right?" He gave Seth a dippy grin. "Chocolate may be overused, but there's a reason why. Not only is it delicious, but it can be used so widely. Unless you're a vanilla person. Those people....are more reserved, straight-laced. Strawberry is innocence and sugar. Mint...is mint. I think ice-cream is truly universal. Because EVERYONE can find a flavor that fits them."



The corner of his lip quirked upwards at the vanilla suggestion. Chocolate sounded sweeter than the others, but vanilla seemed to fit with his personality best. ...And it was that thought that made him question his sanity. Choosing flavors based on his personality? He shook his head. "Vanilla sounds nice."



"Hmm..." Pegasus thought this over carefully in his head. So much for evoking a hidden wild side from the man. "Well then, I'll only be a moment. Would you like to find a seat while you wait?" He gestured around to the booths and various tables. "



With a slight incline of his head, Seth excused himself and padded across the room to sit on one of the booths. In his short time at the shop, he had already grown a small appreciation for the cool atmosphere and even sweeter aroma of desserts. Idly, he twined his hands.



Pegasus' eyes flicked around the room. He noticed people staring at Seth admiringly. Like they should. He felt lucky that the priest had actually accepted his offer. He was ready to be turned down, like he usually was. He retrieved his own order as well as the new addition of the vanilla cone and returned to the seat. "Ici vous êtes mon cher." He handed the cone over to Seth, then looked down at his fingers, which had been accidentally dripped upon. "Oh dear..." He smiled, with another amused twinkle in his eyes, and started to lick at the drops of ice cream sensually. Innuendo was one of his specialties, and ice cream made it all the easier.



When Seto had warned him about the fangirls and fanboys, he should have listened. Head held high, Seth ignored the obvious stares, a part of him wondering if he had gotten the same amount of publicity in the past - when he was known for being a priest, and not being mistaken for a famous CEO. Taking the cone from Pegasus, he uttered a soft, "Thank you." A melting confection? He peered up at the manner in which Pegasus was licking his fingers. Ah, yes, obviously. Tentatively, he brought the cone closer, almost flinching when the cool vanilla ice met his lips. 'Cold,' he thought, a pink tongue darting out to lick his chilled lips.



"You are most welcome." He waited, watching Seth take an experimental lick at it then bring his tongue across his lips. He wasn't doing it on purpose, but Pegasus couldn't help but stare at that tongue. He tore his eyes away and looked into the other's. "Well, I hope it does not disappoint. Does it meet your standards? Or do you think you should have gone for chocolate instead?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively.



Obviously, Pegasus had just as great an obsession with chocolate as he did with tea. Seth hesitantly licked at the ice confection again, repressing a shudder. He was unused to any and all cold treats, having lived in Egypt, but he would, no doubt, miss them whenever he returned to his homeland. With that thought in mind, he earnestly began to nip at the treat. "It is... mildly sweet," he said, glancing up from the ice cream to answer Pegasus' question. "I like it very much."



Idly, Pegasus recalled the last time Seth had shuddered, and how they'd found a cure for it. In the meantime he finished up the remainder of his ice cream, seeing as Seth wasn't catching on the hints, but he threw in an orgasmic face now and then. "Well I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'd feel bad if you found it to your dislike. Mmm...so...." he leaned an arm against the back of the booth and rested his head against it tiredly. "How are you doing these days?"



It really was delicious, Seth decided, finishing his own cone and glancing down at his slightly sticky fingers. "I've been well, and yourself?" He eyed the man, staring at his slightly slumped posture. "You seem worn out," he commented, then brought a digit into his mouth - a bit unorthodox and slightly childish, but he licked at his finger to rid it of the sweet substance, nonetheless.



Again he watched the man lick at his fingers, reserved at first. He really had no idea what kind of image he was portraying. Maybe Pegasus would explain it to him someday. He sighed a bit before answering. "I'm alright I suppose...I am very tired for some unknown reason these days. And I must say, I have been lonely as well." He closed his eyes for a moment then glanced out the window a bit morosely. With a somewhat bitter chuckle he added, "I seem to have become a pessimist overnight."



Seth brought his hand back down to his lap, neatly wiping his finger on the napkin. "Lonely?" he asked, somewhat surprised by the answer. Then, however, he thought back to their conversation on-a-line the night before and sighed. "I suppose this has something do with your Numbers?"



"Yes and no. It does in one sense. That one pertaining to...my ever present quest for the 'right person'. But in the sense of someone who genuinely cares, or I can talk to? I don't think I've found one yet." He smiled sadly. "Well this isn't important. I'm glad you enjoyed the icecream." He looked across the street, not wanting to look Seth in the eyes for some reason. "Oooh..." he muttered randomly. "They're having a sale at the Roberto Cavalli place..."



"Ah, I see." To be honest, he really didn't. The priest hadn't thought of Pegasus as the idealist, the romantic who believed in soulmates and star crossed lovers. It made him somewhat uncomfortable, never having dealt with someone on the quest for 'the right person' while understanding, at the same itme, what it meant to be lonely. He sighed. "They are selling Roberto Cavalli? A slave?"



Pegasus couldn't suppress a light laugh. "No no my dear. Roberto Cavalli is a designer...he makes clothes. They're having a sale on some of his clothes, which, are never anything but expensive. For good reason however."



At the mention of clothing, Seth thought back to his Pharaoh's attire, a light hue dusting his cheeks. Yes, some times Atemu was simply under-attired, not that the priest had any say in it, having to wear an odd sort of curtain-make-shift robe himself. "...Oh?"



Hm...odd...what was he blushing for? "Er...have I said something the matter? You're blushing. I'm one of those people who is rather fixated on what they wear. If it's not designer I probably won't buy it." He smiled awkwardly. "I'm just spoiled I guess."



Seth muttered beneath his breath at the comment, something along the lines of 'seeing things...not blushing...no...not me.' Because, as they both knew, High Priests simply did not blush. Especially not this one. Oh, no. "I understand. Personally, I have my own preference of clothing, which is...limited, considering how I have yet to encounter a store offering finer linen for robes."



Pegasus noticed his mouth moving, and reading his lips got the jist of what he was saying. How cute. "Oh I see. Well...um...pardon me for saying, but I think you're going to have trouble finding the type of robes you are referring to. The fine linen, however, is not a problem. Such expensive clothing like I wear uses only some of the finiest fabrics. Some of it is made in Egypt." He raised an eyebrow. "Fancy that. Anyway....as for your 'robes'....no one makes clothes like that anymore. They've fallen out of fashion. Nowadays, things are more casual, or people wear suits. Some people...." he winced. "Some people dress rather provocatively as well."



The priest was slightly miffed to hear that the once revered attire had 'fallen out of fashion' and shrugged slightly. "During my time, priests were unable to wear any aside from linen. The present time cotton and time cow hide, which my reincarnation happens to favor, was considered nothing short of hideous and degrading." He paused. "I suppose, though, that my Pharaoh would fall under the provocative category."



Blinking in surprise at the last statement Pegasus asked, "Really now? I have yet to meet your Pharaoh, although I certainly look forward to it." He laughed heartily. "Seto and his leather would be a degrading...oh how the mighty have fallen...." A thought crossed his mind. "So you're not going to wear leather ever? And does that mean you can't wear anything besides your priest robes? Because there are some other lovely forms of fashion out there." He flicked a few stray hairs behind his shoulder.



"Ah... My Per-Aa," he trailed off, slightly hesitant as to introducing the two males. Knowing Atemu and his disinclination for any type of clothes on his form, Pegasus would somehow end up beneath the Pharaoh in 10 seconds flat. "Unless there was some practicality to be found in attiring myself in cow hide... no, I doubt it. I really am at a loss for other choices of clothing, however. I might need to change so as not to draw any more attention during my duration here."



Laughing a bit, then leaning in so as not to be heard by anyone, Pegasus whispered, "Well...I completely understand about the leather thing. But...you do need to get at least some modern clothes. I hate to say it, but you're quite the attention getter around here. Haven't you noticed everyone staring wherever you go?" He paused. "Then again I suppose if I were in their shoes I'd stare too. But for different reasons than your clothes." He frowned momentarily. "I mean no offense, but I'd be more than happy to help you pick out some nice but still appropriate clothes. And maybe some...your Pharaoh may enjoy." He winked. Inwardly, he was wondering why he was helping Seth to be more of a temptation to the Pharaoh, when he wanted Seth for himself. But he figured this was better for Seth at least, and maybe getting on the Pharaoh's good side wouldn't be so bad either.



The priest blinked, finding the male much too close for his comforts, especially after the wink. He chose to ignore the other comment concerning why he was being ogled. "Ah..." he trailed off, already knowing what type of clothes his Pharaoh would prefer on him - namely, none at all. "Something conservative would do nicely," he answered. There was, of course, the fact that Atemu would undoubtedly get him into bed; he simply wished to postpone it as far as he could.



Pegasus nodded. "I can find something conservative yet deliciously stylish. Just leave it all to me. I'm not fashionable and rich for nothing you know." He leaned back again then stood up. "Well, shall we go for a look then? I have some places in mind." He smiled genuinely, with no hidden meanings. For some reason Seth looked a bit uncomfortable, so Pegasus decided to drop the hints and just shop. But....shopping with Seth...he was quite excited by this new adventure.



*MAGICAL TIMELAPSE*



For someone who said he was fashionable and rich, Pegasus certainly had...'special' tastes in clothing. "What...exactly is this?" Seth asked, holding up an odd stringy piece of cloth to his face for closer scrutiny. He brought up his other hand to stretch it and read the label. "A bracelet? ...No... 'Special Sam's Sexy G-Strings'...?" He glanced over to Pegasus, silently questioning.



Originally, Pegasus had NO INTENTION WHATSOEVER to bring Seth into his favorite place to pick up special "toys". Unfortunately, as he stopped to look at what was on display Seth had wandered in and Pegasus followed. He looked over at what Seth was holding and grabbed it, getting paler by the minute. "Seth...we should probably leave. This store is not...what I had in mind." He looked around, something catching his attention. Damn....he'd have to pick it up for some fun later. He grinned nervously and put the skimpy underwear out of sight, trying to get the image of Seth wearing such a thing out of his head. Damnit that's a pretty sexy thought though....he said to himself, then shook his head fiercely.



Seth nodded his agreement, reluctantly letting go of the G-string. Damn, it would have made a nice armband of sorts, and the colors matched so well with his eyes! Nonetheless, he turned to leave, eye catching on a certain object placed on display. On the sign placed beside it were two large, bolded words he never wanted to see in conjunction. He paled slightly, a feat, really, considering how tan he was. "...Ass plug?"



Who the hell put this crappy display together?? Pegasus sneered inwardly. Duh, a thong next to an assplug makes no sense. Then he almost died upon hearing Seth utter the words, reading off of one of the boxes. Then he turned a shade paler, looking like a ghost in a black suit. "Seth we really need to get out of here. Now." He hesitated then took the other's wrist and tugged it lightly in the direction of the exit. God damnit why did it suddenly seem miles away?



The priest whole-heartedly agreed, even though he was more or less frozen in his spot due to the shock of noticing something else altogether. "...Roleplay in bed with this naughty little-" He couldn't continue, feet moving when Pegasus tugged lightly on his wrist. Oh Ra, oh Ra, oh Ra, what type of store was this? He turned around again to glance back at the costume, and almost wished he hadn't when he careened straight into another figure. Oh, RA. He looked up, apology dying on his lips when an arm snaked around his waist, a warm breath whispering in his ear, "So there you are, Sweetcheeks! Done trying on the Ancient Egyptian costume?"



Normally Pegasus would have smirked and watched, but this time he felt some sort of...dare he say it...PARENTAL concern. Plus a bit of possessiveness. Seth was with HIM. He glared and took the other person's arm, not nicely either. "EXCUSE ME. He is with me, and we are on our way out. Do. Not. Touch. Him." He smiled wickedly and let the other persons hand drop back down.



"..." Seth stared blankly at the man, his thundering silence speaking volumes. Teeth gritting in irritation, he pulled his wrist out of Pegasus' grip, if only to grab said hand and drag him along, muttering beneath his breath. The man who had mistaken him obviously realized his mistake and muttered a hasty apology, reaching out to grab onto Seth's robe in apology. The act, however, turned into a disaster when, rather than his robe, the man grabbed onto the sash holding said robe together and pulled. This resulted in the priest inelegantly stumbling backwards, the upper half of his robe falling off of his shoulder while his bottom made contact with the man's waiting hand. ...He twitched. The man grinned. "Hey, nice ass."



Pegasus eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly jumped in front of Seth to shield him from the eyes of other random customers. He grabbed a pair of normal black pants and tossed them to Seth so he could hold them up for coverage. "Get in a dressing room. Now." He hissed, not angry with him but with the jackass that refused to quit. His eyes narrowed and he began to twitch. "You'll never find out how nice it is SIR. Because you're about to be kicked out of the store and never see him again." With one last malicious look he suddenly yelled in a distressed high pitched voice< "OH MY GOD SOMEONE! SEXUAL ASSAULT! HARASSMENT HARASSMENT!"



Seth resisted the urge to snarl, glaring at the man who still had his 'nice ass' held so snuggly in his palm. He moved away quickly, clutching onto his robe and holding onto the pants tossed his way. Dressing room? He glanced at Pegasus, then came to the conclusion that the man could handle himself when he started to squeal like a school girl. Kneeing his harasser in the crotch as he made his way to the dressing room, the priest smirked. There, that was better. Divine retribution.



Still squealing like a maniac, Pegasus laughed as Seth's knee left an impression the man was likely to not forget. He saluted once, then shoved him onto a random woman nearby, then followed after Seth. As soon as the door to the dressing room was shut and locked, he let out a sigh of relief. Then he laughed again when he heard the man making excuses as the woman yelled and store representatives carried him off.



Seth stared.



And stared.



And stared.



And stared some more. "..." When his silence obviously did nothing to alert the man to his current predicament, he returned to staring again. "..." Well, the situation was certainly embarassing. Seth cleared his throat, fighting down the inherent urge to cover himself and perhaps swipe at the man for disrupting him. He doubted he'd look any bit threatening, though, considering how his robes were pooled at his ankles, the black pair of pants clutched limply in his hands.



And so, he stared. Completely naked. ...Well, this was awkward.



For some reason, something told Pegasus NOT to turn around. "Erm.....Seth. Are you....dressed yet?" Okay he wanted to turn around, but something told him that would not earn him brownie points from Seth. So he closed his eyes, as much as he wanted to see a naked High Priest.



Exactly how dressed could one be in an outrageously tight pair of black pants? Seth wasn't too sure, keeping silent until he managed to pull them on. ...Tight, definitely tight. He glanced down, feeling very much revealed with the fabric clinging to closely to his legs and pressing up against his crotch. How did people wear these? He sighed. "Now, I am."



Pegasus cracked open an eye then slowly turned around. Why did he have to have such a nice ass? Why did he have to be so hot? "Um...your harasser is gone...and you need a shirt." He looked away, feeling his face burn. Okay, not only was the dressing room suddenly very hot and way too close for comfort, but a half dressed, tight pants clad Seth was not doing any good for Pegasus' mind.



Neither did it any good for Seth. Oh, hell, the pants were tight. Was he fat? Was he getting fat just standing there? Was that why Pegasus looked so bothered? Because he was uncomfortable standing in a damn dressing room with a fat High Priest who probably had a fat ass to go along with it? Near hysterical, the priest settled for the equivalent of any PMS-ing woman's favorite vague word. "...Ah."



"Um...." Pegasus responded awkwardly. "Did you maybe want another pair of pants?" he asked meekly.



...So he was fat. Seth sniffed in disdain, arms crossing over his chest. "No, these are fine." Fat, was he? Well, he was going to damn well own these pants.



Pegasus coughed. This was...really, really, REALLY very awkward. "Seth are you sure you're comfortable in those? And what kind of shirt shall I grab you?" Pegasus looked everywhere but down. And thank god his own pants were a bit looser than usual.



"Oh, I have never been better," the priest groused, trying to keep the virulent hiss from seeping into his tone. He turned around, shoving his backside closer to the other male. "Why? Does it look bad?" he ground out, frowning. "Any shirt will do."



Pegasus almost had another coronary. The man was practically wiggling his ass in his face, and Pegasus was supposed to control himself?? "Seth please....um...."



Oh, this was bad. This was terrible. This was worse than terrible. It was a nightmare. Did the pants make him look that unappealing? Frown deepening, he swiveled on his heel to face Pegasus, pressed himself up to the man, and growled, "Please, what?" Ra-damn pants!



Pegasus closed his eyes, braced himself, and yelled a bit more loudly than intended, "DAMNIT STOP WIGGLING AROUND IN THE PANTS YOU LOOK FUCKING FINE AND IT'S MAKING ME LOSE MY SELF CONROL." Once he was done he opened his eyes and looked at Seth, on top of him. Seth. In the pants. Seth. On top of him. Seth. On. Top. Of. Him. Yum.



Seth blinked, frozen in his spot. He looked fine? Not fat, but fine? Fine? That was all Pegasus could say? Twitching, he ground himself closer to the male. "Fine?" he questioned, indignant and completely oblivious the second half of the male's statement.



"YES. You know what, fine is the understatement of the year." He sucked in a breath, mentally telling himself over and over to keep on breathing. "You look...really, really....hot. It's making me...." he closed his eyes unable to finish. He moved a hand and gently pat Seth on the back, since, Seth was still on top of him. "The pants look wonderful on you. Better than that. I can't think of any adjectives because my brain is so hung up. All I can do is....um...."



Oh. Seth nodded, stepping away from the male and crossing his arms self-consciously. Oh. Okay. There was nothing wrong with his pants. His ass. And he wasn't fat. Oh, thank Ra. Almost sheepishly, he glanced away, his worries finally allayed. "...Thanks."



"You are most welcome." He smiled a little. "You didn't have to move back. I was fine right where I was. Ahem." He looked at the door. "So uh...a shirt then?"



Seth nodded mutely, calming back down to his normally reserved posture. There was nothing to fear, of course. He was still the amazingly sexy man he had last seen staring back at him in the mirror. ...All was fine with the world. Perfect. "Yes, please, that would be nice."



Seth nodded mutely, calming back down to his normally reserved posture. There was nothing to fear, of course. He was still the amazingly sexy man he had last seen staring back at him in the mirror. No, he was not narcissistic. He simply appreciated his own good looks. ...All was fine with the world. Perfect. "Yes, please, a shirt would be nice."



A bit disappointed that Seth was not going to throw himself or shake his butt around anymore, Pegasus went outside and looked for a simple shirt. He ended up grabbing a sleeveless clinging blue top. It was the lesser of all the other evils. At least it wasn't see-through like all the others in the entire store. He returned and locked the door once again. "Er...this was the best I could find...."



"Thank you," the priest uttered softly and took the shirt from Pegasus. He stared blankly at the top before reluctantly pulling it over his head and onto himself. "..." For one reason or another, he was beginning to feel like his twin, what with the way he was dressed. If stores today carried such clothes, it was no wonder everyone walked the streets looking like prostitutes.



"Um...." Pegasus said nervously. "You look very very....lovely. But this is only temporary until we can find something you'll probably feel a bit more conservative in." He couldn't hold in a little snigger. "This is something Seto would wear. But I doubt you approve....no matter how fantastic you look, am I right?"



"If it is something my reincarnation would wear, then that speaks volumes." Seth chuckled softly and shook his head. Dressed as he was, there was no doubt in his mind that he could be taken for the CEO after hours bathing in the sun. "I suppose I should carry a weapon of some sort to ward of Seto's fangirls and fanboys now?"



A joke about himself being one of the fanboys was at the tip of his tongue, but he simply laughed and shook his head. "I'm entirely sure that you'll get your own share of fanboys and girls as soon as people realize the truth...besides, you don't have that grumpy, almost pouty look on your face all the time." He grinned. "Well, shall I go pay for this and then we can be on our way to the stores I actually had in mind?"



Seth almost snickered softly at Pegasus' words. A 'grumpy, almost pouty' look? "Then what 'look' do I have on my face?" He arched a brow in amusement. "And you really do not need to pay for me; I have some 'yen,' is it, with me."



Pegasus contemplated for a moment...a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he put his fingers on his chin and looked upwards quizzically. "Well...you just have a very...mellow and calm, but still one that shows people that you're completely comfortable with yourself, and you KNOW exactly what you've got that they don't." He smiled at Seth, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong in that explanation. "Hm? Oh no no no my dear. I'm paying for everything today. I told you it was my treat and I meant it."



This time, Seth couldn't hold back the soft chuckle of good humor. "I know what I have what others do not?" He shrugged casually, opening to the door to the dressing room and stepping past Pegasus outside. He supposed that was true, but it was more than likely his arrogance speaking. "Ah, I do not wish to be in your debt."



What would you do to pay me off...the thoughts of the kind of things he could ask as payment gave his cheeks a slight blush, but he instead said, "You're not in my debt, this is nothing. Please don't worry about it. Making you happy and les inclined to be stared at wherever you go makes me more happy than any amount of money spent."



The priest turned to peer at the older male curiously, mentally noting the light change in color of his cheeks. He decided not to ask, not sure if he really even wanted to know. "It would still be on my conscience, though. If there was something I could do..."

"Don't go there," Pegasus said abruptly. At the slightly harsh tone of his voice, he turned and smiled a bit disarmingly. "Er...it's really not a big deal at all. I don't mind. Please." He tossed a couple of bills down as if they were nothing, then told the cashier to keep the extra, and that Seth was wearing his purchase out. "Well, shall we continue on our way?"



Seth hesitated, somewhat confused by the harsh change in his tone. "Simply offering," he said, somewhat miffed by what he felt was a command. "Yes, I suppose. This store is..." He didn't continue, letting a distasteful frown speak for him.



"Mm I understand. Not your style at all." He paused, thinking about Mokuba's party. "Supposedly...Seto's closet was full of some of the things....we encountered. I'm not buying it." They walked out of the store and down past a few others until Pegasus stopped in front of the Armani place. "This," he pointed to the elegant lettering on the glass doors, "this is style."



The High Priest repressed a shudder as he was reminded of the party once more. Seto...had an 'ass plug' and those... 'kinky costumes?' It was almost too much information for him to take in at once. First the tight cow hide pants that showed off his assets too well - and he did not find this out from staring - and then the even tighter dark top that he wore beneath his billowing white trenchcoat. "Ra..." Glancing up, Seth almost breathed a sigh of relief. No, no skimpy outfits or 'toys' on display here.



Casually he held open the door for Seth, then strode in almost like this was a second home. Well, it sort of was. "I assume this store is more to your liking?" He grinned and snapped his fingers. Almost at once, three assistants made a mad dash over.



Almost at once three assistants made a mad dash over, introducing and re-introducing each other, and asking how well had Mr. Pegasus been, and who was the lovely guest, and how could they be of service. Pegasus responded in a semi-bored way that he was not in for clothes today. Then he brightened and said, "This is Seth. He is to be treated with utmost respect, as he is not only a dear friend of mine, but he is of high blood and has a spot of authority. So treat him like you would me." He looked at Seth and smiled serenely. "Now then, take his measurements ands tart bringing out the newer things from this season. He needs at least 4 suits, and some casual wear as well. Chop chop."



Before Seth could blink, or even speak out a word of protest, he found himself tugged to the left and into a room, hands busying themselves around his waist and torso. Ah, now this reminded him of Egypt, when there were servants around to do the tailoring and fitting of clothes. Although he couldn't remember being fitted in his clothes, he was near positive that it had happened - how else did the ceremonial robe fit so well? Standing still, he waited for the salesmen and women around him to finish with their tasks, which they quickly and efficiently did in a few moments. Before long, he found himself thrust into yet another dressing room, this time with an armful of clothes. "...Hn."



Pegasus reclined in a chaise lounge outside the dressing room, twirling his hair and waiting until Seth was finished. There were five or so mirrors outside the room, so that one could get a full view of the outfit they were trying on. The way Pegasus was sitting was quite strategic, as he would be able to get a full view himself as well. And thus, he waited.



'Thank Ra for conservative clothes.' The thought crossed through Seth's mind several times as he stepped out of the room and glanced up at the mirror. Nope, nothing hanging out where it shouldn't be. Neither was there anything inappropriately emphasized. Well, except for the back side of the pants. "Must be today's style," he mumbled to himself, noting how that much still fit snuggly. If he could ignore the fact that, that was what most street urchins wore, he almost found it...tasteful.



After Seth had stepped out in a few of the outfits, and seemed slightly pleased, Pegasus spoke up. "Seth, mon cher, do you approve of these so far?" He raised an eyebrow inquiringly and then said off handedly, "I think you should get that suit in navy, it'll bring out your eyes."



Seth nodded, indicating his approval of the clothing. His gaze was drawn back to the mirror, and then down to the pink suit he was wearing. Apparently, the tailors in the store thought he was a mini-Pegasus, dressing him up in such effeminate colors. "I agree. Navy would more than likely look better than...pink." He had to give the man credit, though. Even though Pegasus was into...the 'anus plugs,' he certainly had good taste with clothing.



A frown crossed Pegasus' lips, and he uncrossed his legs, standing up suddenly. "I thought I told them to give you colors that were better fit for your tastes...I apologize. And I must agree...pink probably isn't the best for you. I shall have a word with the manager." He waved a hand and one of the assistants ran over. Pegasus whispered something to him, then a few moments later a rack of the same suits and other clothes was rolled over, this time in blues, blacks, and even a bit of gold thrown in tastefully here and there. "That should be better."



"You must have a great influence here," Seth commented, watching as the manager and employees skittered around to do Pegasus' every bidding. For once, the man seemed to be in his true element - rich, pompous, and commanding. He was instantly reminded of Atemu, and a small, amused smile tugged at his lips. After going through several more shirts, the priest stepped up to his friend and nodded. "I am finished now." A part of him felt somewhat bad for spending so much of the other's time, when, in fact, he should have been out buying Pepsi for his Pharaoh.



"I'm simply their favorite customer...." he chuckled fondly and watched as Seth's clothes were collected and brought up front to be packaged properly and taken by their new owner. Once Seth had said he was finished Pegasus nodded. "Alright then. I suppose you can either wear one of the new things out, or change back into that." He inclined his head towards the hooker-esque ensemble. Then he grinned. "Actually, maybe it's a good thing you bought that. Maybe I could take you clubbing, and that fits the bill for dress." On the side he watched the manager ring up the total cost and once more took out some bills, this time a much larger amount, and handed them over without even thinking. Money was no thought to him anymore. "Well, there you have it. A new wardrobe. I hope you enjoy."



The packages were taken by an employee out to Pegasus limo, since Pegasus was going to drive Seth to the market and then take him home. He had no intention of staying for a visit to the Pharoah yet.



"Clubbing?" Seth questioned softly, watching as an employee sauntered off before them to the awaiting limo out front. At the term, he thought of two large, barbaric thieves, one holding up a club to the other's head and landing a blow repeatedly on his head. ...Well, Pegasus certainly had weird tastes in hobbies, then, if that was what he did in his past time. "Probably a masochist," he mumbled beneath his breath, only to realize he had spoken the words aloud moments later. "Ah, but the clothes are very nice. Thank you." He shifted, somewhat uncomfortably. The priest hated being in anyone's debt, and it bothered him to know that the other male had spent so much money on him, yet said he wanted nothing in return.



At the perplexed expression on Seth's face in regards to "clubbing", Pegasus answered, "Oh clubbing. It's when people go out to a club, that is a er....building and they play music nonstop and people dance, make new acquaintances, and basically do WHATEVER they want. There's usually a bar....most people end up getting so drunk they don't remember what they did anyway. But if you stay sober you can meet some really great characters." He waved a finger and spoke knowingly, when in fact he hadn't gone clubbing in years. "It was no trouble. I'm happy that you like them all." A thought struck him and he snapped his fingers. "Oh you need shoes ....maybe a nice watch or two from C.D. Peacock's as well....."



Seth nodded slowly, understanding dawning on him. So, 'clubbing' was merely a form of entertainment similar to that which was given in Ancient Egyptian taverns. Singing, dancing, and just the slightest bit of fermented drinks for those who could afford it. "I suppose you often visit clubs in your free time? You seem to know much about any and all things this city has to offer..." he trailed off, shaking his head at Pegasus' suggestion. "Oh, no, I'm fine as I am. Honest."



Biting his lip hesitantly, Pegasus shook his head and decided to answer honestly. "No my dear...I haven't been clubbing in...a significantly large amount of time. The only reason I know is because I've learned this city like the back of my hand, and when I was younger I was much more foolhardy, and thus went to those kinds of things far more frequently." He paused, then looked at Seth seriously. "Oh come now, you can't have all these fantastic clothes without at least some nice shoes to go with. Hang on a second, if you just tell me what size you wear I can have them delivered to you tomorrow. As for the watch....maybe it'll be for another time."



"Ah, I see." Seth was sure that had he not been born into royalty and admitted as High Priest at such an early age in his life, he, too, would have 'experimented' with all the city had to offer. ...He blinked, stilling completely. "Born into royalty...?" he mumbled, as if in question. Was that another piece of the past he had forgotten? It was almost as if he was remembering bits and pieces through the familiarity of various thought processes. A frown ghosted across his lips, and he decided to leave the matter at the back of his mind and visit it later when he did not have company. He highly doubted Pegasus would appreciate him having a seizure or something of that sort, trying to remember his past again. He nodded, absentmindedly this time, having missed what it was Pegasus had said. "Ah, yes..."



"Seth are you alright?" Pegasus was concerned at the sudden strange expression about royalty and the confused looks that seemed to have taken over for quite a few minutes. Once they cleared away and he nodded in response, Pegasus took out his cell phone. "Alright then monsieur, I shall be needing your shoe size. And to where shall I have them delivered?" He pushed one simple button, then asked, "Oh yes, and what sort of gemstones do you prefer, if any at all? Gold or silver? That's for future reference."



Snapping out of his semi-dazed, distracted state, Seth canted his head to glance up at Pegasus. "Oh, yes." Idly, his fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt. "Shoe size? I...assume our system of measurement should be different. I am currently staying at the palace on..." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "1 on 1 Street and Scandal Avenue. But...gemstones? For what would you need that?"



Hmm...that was a bit of an odd street name, but Pegasus said nothing. "Mmm I see. Well, what measurements did you use? I'm sure my friend would be able to convert it easily. Oh the gemstones? I told you...just for future reference." He smiled vaguely.



Seth chuckled softly. "That would be quite difficult because we literally used feet measurements. The Pharaoh's to be precise. When one was deceased, we went by our new Pharaoh's lengths." His lip quirked upwards, and he continued, somewhat teasingly, "I don't suppose your friend could convert my Per-Aa's measurements?" Pausing, he finally answered Pegasus' question with a casual sweep of his hands towards the gold bracelets and armbands adorning his arms.



"Oh my...I see." He laughed as well. "Then I suppose that would be a bit difficult for my friend. How about we go in for a quick stop to get you in some modern measurements?" He regarded the large amount of gold with a brisk nod. "Alright then. What do you think of diamonds and sapphires?"



"Well..." Seth looked uncertain for a moment, then sighed and finally acquiesced to Pegasus' request. "I really do need to get back to the Pharaoh soon, though," he added moment later, glancing around for a store to get a modern measurement of himself. "Diamonds and sapphires? Rare in my time, but beautiful."



"This way my dear..." They both entered a shoe store, and Pegasus explained the situation quickly, and Seth was settled in almost no time. Once they had the measurements, Pegasus thanked the owner and they were on their way to the limo. "Well, that's good to know. It's hard to find only the most beautiful of those stones...but I know some places. Shouldn't be too hard." Pegasus held open the door for Seth then got in as well, shutting the door behind. He made a quick phone call, then flipped his phone shut. "Your shoes should be delivered to you personally by a friend within the next day." He stopped for a moment, then looked at Seth in the eyes. "Well, thank you for coming with me today. This is the best time I've had in months really."



"Ah, no, I must thank you for accompanying me for the duration of the 'shopping trip.' I doubt I could have found myself as quickly removed from that man without your aide." Seth scoffed slightly at this part, as if he still could not believe that a man had come up to him and actually groped him. "It was an overall pleasant time, nonetheless." His gaze drew to the window, and he gradually adjusted himself to the rapidly moving objects passing by as they sped on to the apartment.



"You're quite welcome. And again, I sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart....about that....disgusting....ugh. I can't even think of enough words to describe him." He scrunched his nose disdainfully. "OH! Before I forget, I happen to have some Pepsi in here....you need it right?" The limo pulled to a stop in front of the apartment, and the driver was already taking the liberty of assembling the various clothes and setting them on the doorstep for Seth. "Well....will I see you again soon mon cher?"



"Pep-si?" Almost instantly, Seth was reminded of his Pharaoh's first request and nodded sheepishly, quite flabbergasted that he had forgotten about his original task. "That would be greatly appreciated," he chuckled softly, mentally chiding himself for his forgetful nature. "I will speak with you later, Pegasus. And thank you." That said, he made his way out of the limo, waving slightly at the male.